I am going to go to Kroger, speak with the manager, and scream at him loud enough for the entire store to hear, and never return the first time this happens.
I’m lucky enough to have options. A lot of small towns aren’t. This idea needs to die fast, and it won’t unless we are loud and borderline violent in pushing back against it. Tank their sales and reputations as quickly as possible.
The barely above minimum wage manager doesn’t make these decisions and all you gain from screaming at him is bringing down the mix of everyone around you.
The best way to handle this is to not shop at Kroger. Not when they start doing it. Now. Kroger won’t get my money until they publicly admit this is a bad move and walk it back before it happens.
I think the implication of screaming is more to let the whole store know just how exactly fucked this idea is, to get everyone talking about it. Yea the manager doesn’t make the decisions but if he here’s no push back, the rich fucks at the top sure don’t.
My aunt did the same thing. She said the cat she adopted never forgot about it, either - just super sweet every day, happy to have a home and a good friend in the world.
Recently read or saw in a video, the tire tech hadn’t advanced to the point we really are today.
It sounds funny but they couldn’t make the walls strong enough (and cheap enough) for typical production vehicles like today (if my memory is correct!) that’s why today cars have much “shorter” looking tires
I had a lot of fun with one of these when I was a teenager. Trying to do donuts backwards, off-roading through the woods chasing after my friends that were on dirt bikes, taking the back seats out to fit all manner of things inside…
I think about the only thing it didn’t do was get me laid lmao
My first car was its less stylish GM frienemy, the Chevy Astro. Good pep from the torquey compact pickup engine (as long as you had completely normal and dry roads, otherwise it was fishtail city), the versatility to take out the middle row for maximum mailbox vandalism efficiency (in and out like the MF’in A-Team!), and the forward visibility of Wonder Woman’s invisible jet.
My partner and I foster a lot of cats. Some of the sweetest cats take forever to get adopted just because they aren’t kittens anymore. One of our fosters has been with us for almost three years now - just because he isn’t a kitten and needs some inexpensive meds sprinkled on his food once a day. https://lemmy.ca/pictrs/image/32cfa9cf-6cd9-4a79-8b57-376d4e6c0d32.jpeg
We adopted a male cat who was a couple years old, he had no teeth and has stomach problems so he needs special food. He had already been adopted once and returned because of the issues and he got bullied out of his foster home by some other cats. Felt so sorry for him, he’s the sweetest boy and our other cat tolerates him ok (they have an older sister/younger brother dynamic), and she doesn’t usually like other cats.
The shelter staff made it sound like he was special needs but it’s literally just a slightly more expensive hard food. I guess after he was returned they wanted to make sure whoever adopted him knew what they were getting into. Love that little guy!
Looks like a Bengal. I’m surprised he wasn’t snapped up.
BTW as an elder cat caretaker, if he stops eating hit meds willingly (which can easily happen if his condition flares up), we have had amazing success with cutting the tip off a syringe, loading it with canned food and front loading the tip with their pills.
When cutting the tip, leave a tiny bit of material so the plunger still stops, but not so much that the pill gets jammed.
3/4 of our cats actually open their mouths willingly to be pilled because they only taste the food, the pill is swallowed without them noticing.
Man I’d love to be able to do that and give cats a good run-in for their twilight years but I don’t think I could - partly because one of the household is allergic to cats; but mainly I don’t think I could deal with the repeated emotional devastation of having to let them go at a much higher rate than a “normal” pet owner.
I thought the same thing till I met a beloved old cat-daddy neighbor. Before he passed away he had asked if I could help find homes for his kitties. I took his two oldest cats without knowing what I was getting into (mostly) in a good way. I found out old cats howl and even though they are so rickety they move like an At-At from Star Wars they’ll scamper like a fool given the right stimulation. Totally worth it! Seven years later I still have one of them who is now 21 years old. She sleeps a lot but loves a good scritch and pet session. I wish I could make all of my cats infinite cats. Having lost pets just means I cherish them all even more.
@primrosepathspeedrun I tried to convince Pine64 people to do printer next, they politely turned my down since this is almost impossible due all licensing
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