#car etiquette

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Always use your turn signal

Cars are several tons of metal moving at very high speeds, even though they're such a normal part of every day life they can be very dangerous or deadly when not used consciously. When you have several tons of metal moving at high speeds it makes it safer for everyone if we know which direction it's about to go, as being aware where the car is about to go reduces accidents and pedestrian/cyclist getting struck by cars.

[spatort-brainrot]

Was ist denn plötzlich im spatort fandom los? Man liest hier auf einmal Dinge über Spaltungen und fake leaks und Leute die das fandom "verlassen" wollen... Guys curating your fandom experience is okay! Just don't follow people you don't want to follow! Seid nur in Servern wo ihr Spaß habt! Blacklists und Blockfunktion existieren aus nem Grund! Nicht alles so ernst nehmen!

Ich verstehe, dass nicht jeder seit 10+ Jahren in online spaces unterwegs ist und die Erfahrungen gemacht hat die ich z.b. gemacht habe. Ich habe fandom wars gesehen like you can't even imagine. Der Trick ist einfach offline zu gehen! It's not real!!

Leute haben eine andere Interpretation? Let them! Leute wollen eher Pia und Esther sehen als Adam und Leo? Let them!! Leute schreiben omegaverse smut fic und dir gefällt es nicht? OKAY DON'T READ IT. Man kann Schauspieler für ihr acting mögen oder in einer Rolle feiern aber sie trotzdem kritisieren/cringe finden/mal ne Rolle blöd finden!! Just keep it in fandom spaces und harrassed niemanden und gut is. Es kann auch mal Spaß machen andere Takes zu lesen und sich zu denken 'boah die Person labert quatsch' - aber kommentier es nicht drunter. Schon wird niemand verletzt!

Fandom kann so fun sein. Mein Appell: organisiert euch selbst eure fandom experience, sucht euch aus mit wem ihr interagiert und findet außer spatort andere Gemeinsamkeiten. Wenn Spatort era endet bin ich sad, ja, aber guess what! Es gibt noch viele andere Sachen mit denen man sich beschäftigen kann.

Be nice to each other!

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Just had one of those bafflingly awful public experiences.

I held the door open for an older woman using a cane at the sandwich place where I had just had lunch. I was on my way out and an older couple was right behind me. They also had to wait to walk out as I had elected to hold the door for this older woman, older and less abled than this couple, to get in. She thanked me quietly.

Then the wife of the couple made the point of looking me in the eye and thanking me too with "That was very nice of you!" in that particularly condescending way of someone entitled who has been mildly inconvenienced, but wants to reassure themselves that they're better than you because they used their annoyance to be positive. In that patronizing tone of voice reserved for her children that don't talk to her. You know the voice. And I probably am the age of her children as she is twice my age, but I just smiled half-heartedly and said "No problem" and walked on.

They were inevitably parked next to me. And it's cold out and I need to get back to work in time for my next meeting. So rather than be patient and wait for them to leave, I did something stupid. I waited for both of them to get into their car and turn it on, then got into my car myself. However, the space between our cars was a little tight and I was a little big, dressed warmly for the weather, and my car door gently tapped theirs. You know, in the normal way of using parking lots.

So of course, this woman looks up and motions at me. I have not even turned the car on, so I do, and roll down the window for her to say. "Excuse me, I think you hit our car." I try to do a convincing dumb look and say, "Oh! I'm sorry!" I stare at their car door, unblemished, undented, and look back up to say, "I don't see a mark. I do apologize." And make the point of looking them both in the eye, the husband displeased, the wife smiling like she commands the will of heaven. She sort of nods and I roll my window up and they back out. I roll forward and as I leave the parking lot, I see their car is unmoved, tastefully double parking the cars next to them as I'm sure they sit there lamenting the rudeness of the youth, their callous disregard for other people's property, or, for all I know, taking down my license plate so they can put in a complaint somewhere.

Maybe I'm just a rude bitch, but I kinda take it as a given that car doors will touch other car doors. As long as there's no dings or scratches, I can't imagine chastising a stranger for the faux pas of touching doors. But maybe I'm wrong here, maybe I should have waited, foot tapping, in the cold, while I wait for strangers to decide when to move their car, rather than risk touching their door. Or maybe I should have ungainly wriggled inside, both looking and feeling uncomfortable. Or better yet, opened the other door and climbed over the inside of my car to prevent the interaction.

Why are there only rude options here? Am I so out of touch already?

[skunkes]

woag congrats on tha car cheye!!!!! what model... <-(car guy. sawry)

it is a chevy cruze i wanted a gay little hatchback

and its blue it all lined up perfectly for me... Ive used up all my luck for da year

[kelpiemomma]

I think I've become either incredibly jaded or living where I do has made me into a massive contrarian who has to argue everything

[hotmess-exe]

the explosion of e-cigarettes is the tobacco industry's response to marijuana's slow legalization. alcohol too, in the sense that I'm sure there are plenty of scumbags in both industries who ditched it to profit off of hooking young people on vapes instead.

altho honestly? that also applies to a lot of failed corporate cannabis scumbags too

I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

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When driving in and around residential areas or anywhere there might be pedestrians, always drive extra carefully, be more mindful of following the speed limit, be extra careful about going around corners or approaching anywhere with pedestrian crossing especially if there's low visibility due to things like bushes and trees. In short, don't be afraid to drive like a little old grandparent anywhere residential where there might be pedestrians.

Speed limits are lower in residential areas for a reason, and that's because it reduces pedestrian injuries and deaths when you drive more carefully when people might be around and crossing the street. You never know when a small child chasing a ball or a pet who broke loose from the house might run into the street, and your abiding the speed limit and driving mindfully could be the difference between life and death in these scenarios. Even if a fully grown adult is just walking or biking to the store they deserve to do so safely without being injured or killed by a speeding car whipping around corners without looking where they're going.

This all also applies to other motorized forms of transportation, such as electric scooters, as you're also at risk of hitting and injuring or even killing pedestrians and cyclists.

[thereallovebug]

As an “older lady” I appreciate the etiquette clarification.

Perfect Behavior, Donald Ogden Stewart, 1922

[kindalikerackham]

heretic is uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a movie lol

[gwaindrifter]

Shotgun Hierarchy

As the go-to driver in my friend group, I've developed some opinions on who gets priority to the coveted front passenger seat. If two or more people fill the seat in the hierarchy, look to the next rung on who gets precedent.

1. Partner. First and foremost, the driver's partner gets first pick of the front seat. This gives optimal positioning for handholding, catching glances of them in the sunset, and in the event of a bench front seat, having them lean on you as you drive.

2. Bestie. Your best friend is next in line. They've been by you side through life, they get to be by your side in the car. This way, you can BS to your heart's content.

3. Guest of Honor. If the purpose of the trip is to celebrate someone, they get front row seating. Birthday girls, brides-to-be, graduates, etc. If it's their day, it's their seat.

4. Co-pilot. On longer trips, shotgun goes to the person who is going to be your most proficient co-pilot. Directions, DJing, snack distribution; these are all the responsibility of shotgun.

4b. Conversationalist. An extension of the co-pilot, this category is specifically for the long haul, especially overnight. Their job is to keep talking with you to keep you lucid. Long stretches in silence wear on the soul.

5. Last one out of liberty city. If the purpose of the trip is dropping people off, shotgun goes to the last one getting out. It gets awkward when the last one in the car is in the way back.

6. Hitchhiking ghosts. Nough said.

[ellcrys]

had a fantastic time at the pem lunar new year celebration!

...followed by one of the most stressful drives home i've ever experienced i'm so afsadsdfsad

[ivantsoch]

Limousines have long been a symbol of luxury and style, making them popular for special occasions and events. Whether renting a limousine for a wedding, prom, corporate event or a night out on the town, understanding and practising proper limousine rental etiquette is essential. In this guide, we'll explore the do's and don'ts of riding in a limousine, ensuring you have a memorable and enjoyable experience.

[toxintouch]

Songs added based off of prev's tags, tysm!!!! I love hearing about what music people feel pairs with writing and characters, I find it so fascinating. And after listening I had to immortalize these song recs by reblogging.

also glad that the sort of...pathos&pretense & etc.... of Vere the came off correctly, I always worry I won't translate my thoughts right...

feels weird to reblog a comment tag chain with compliments directed at urself but also weird to cut part of someone else's tags off lol

ty!! I really appreciate your kind words~! ◕ω◕

VERE: DEICIDE ||Deicide - the killing (or the killer) of a god. Vere x Reader/Unspecified MC. Read on AO3

"Fuck fairness. Life's not fair."

If life were fair, this would all have happened differently. In a different time. Long before Eridia was even a smear on the maps, back when he wandered the world as a deity. With fresh air in his lungs and sweet blood on his teeth. He'd track the tantalizing scent of you for days once he'd caught it on the wind. His mouth would water at just the echo of your taste; perhaps he'd have to stop for a snack just to keep his palate from tingling.

(But then–the lutist hadn't tasted of you at all, though the delightful promise of you had been heady–vibrant–thrilling to all of his senses. He'd dined on the composition of your suffering, the warm fear in your breath, the quick jump of your pulse beneath his fingertips. He'd kept the taste of you on his tongue, but still, he couldn't chase it fast enough to be satisfied indulging in another.)

He'd wreak havoc on the world to find you. Hunt you.

Let the people who hid you from him stew in terror at his approach. He'd eat a hundred unsatisfying appetizers just to bring the stench of death to those who dared...

Vere would demand you. Cast his shadow on your little shithole of a village and bear his teeth until they hand you over to him.

(And fuck. The way you'd smell up close–the new intricacies he could discern when he loomed over you, his snout bigger than your body. Would you tremble for him, would you fall to your knees?)

Vere should be your object of worship, your every thought and fear and desire, but instead he begs you for scraps. He twines pretty words around you when his chain is loose enough to reach. He tempts. He enraptures you with silky promises when you should be his by right.

Hundreds of years he's wandered looking for a counterpart, some hidden corner of his soul hopelessly devoted to the thought of a kindred spirit–not quite Human, not quite Monster.

You've been owed to him since his lonesome birth. He's ached for your presence ever since that first betrayal, a stinging knife lodged in the soft flesh between his ribs.

Oh, but he'd have been a kind god to you. Eventually. But you? Selfish, loathsome, greedy little thing. Forever playing keep-away,

( –defiant eyes and quivering lips, in the damp corner behind the Wet Wick, cloying smell drowning out the odor of vermin– )

content to consume his thoughts and mind, ask all your questions and give nothing back.

He's been starving for you for so long. The least you could do is let him take a bite.