The whole story is obviously made up or at very least, greatly exaggerated.
The shop rebuilt the engine. May have been the nuts and bolts that connected the engine inside the engine compartment. What I do remember clearly is my father getting mad when he found metric on his truck.
My 1994 Pontiac Grand Prix was a 1993 model with some 1994 parts. I sometimes had to figured out the year first before I could go looking for replacement parts.
Sounds like you went about that the hard way and probably the more expensive way.
That's my father. When he gave me his old 1994 Pontiac Grand Prix as a birthday present in 2008, it took me three years to track down all the repairs he didn't tell me about. Whenever I took the car into the shop, he complained that the mechanics ripping me off. After every repair job I gave him the old parts to examine, and he reluctantly admits that the parts were worn out. The car lasted another two years before the alternator gave out, killing three batteries in the process, and I junked the car for good.
Actually, I don't own a wrench. Unlike my father and older brother, I'm the digital guy in the family. If I have a problem with my car, I take it down to the shop. Please explain why my statement was stupid.
After my father cracked the engine block on his flatbed truck in 1988, he took it into the repair shop. A year later he had to fix the throw-out bearing and discovered that the grease monkeys replaced all the standard nuts and bolts with metric nuts and bolts. That pissed him off like nothing else. We spent a long weekend finding and replacing metric with standard.
Restaurants that don't take credit cards typically have an ATM machine in the lobby that has a high transaction fee and gives them back a little kickback revenue.
I learned how to shoot a BB gun and 9mm as a teenager up in the hills above Silicon Valley in the 1980's. My friends and I ran around with the BB gun to shoot up the local wildlife (a woodpecker on top of a tree was unimpressed with our aiming skills and ignored us while we took potshots), but the 9mm required adult supervision to shoot up an empty oil drum. Friend's neighbors demonstrated the loading and shooting of colonial rifles. Those rifles were damn loud.
One restaurant owner used to make a $10,000+ cash deposit every three days. After the restaurant got robbed at gunpoint, the owner made daily cash deposits to reduce the amount of money stolen at one. Because the restaurant didn't accept check or credit cards, the IRS viewed the daily cash deposits as structuring and confiscated the cash. The owner won in court but the IRS refuses to return the money. That's a typical story.
Most stories I've heard over the radio has always started with the bank telling the business to deposit smaller sums of cash to avoid the paperwork hassle. Nevertheless, the IRS goes after the business because that's where the money is at.
If you're walking around with a suitcase of cash, the police can confiscate your cash because you might be a drug dealer. All they need is probably cause to stop you and search the suitcase. Good luck in getting your money back.
The summary doesn't directly mention the underlying problem of structuring cash transactions to avoid the $10,000 reporting threshold to the IRS. This is a huge problem for cash-only businesses. Most banks will tell businesses to deposit smaller sums of cash to avoid the paperwork hassles. Most businesses do that not knowing that it will raise red flags with the IRS. The IRS can confiscates all the cash from the bank account without filing criminal charges, and isn't legally obligated to return the money if they don't file criminal charges. The only way to get the money back is to go to court and/or make a huge public outcry.
The expired Microsoft site license was the reason why every programming course had every flavor of Java. I took Perl because it wasn't Java, but the class got cancelled on the first day for not having enough students. Perl fell off my radar since then. The only reason I picked up Python was because I worked at Google for a while.
I had a roommate who left a squash inside a toaster oven on low heat overnight. The next morning I found it. The squash got carbonized (burned) all the way through, blackened and hard as a rock.
The last time I heard about Perl was in college ten years ago. I was taking Perl because it wasn't Java. The college couldn't afford to renew Microsoft site license for a few years, hence every programming course had every flavor of java: strong, black and hot. Long story short, the Perl class got cancelled.
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Batman getting pulled over in Lamborghini.
http://jalopnik.com/5895956/im-batman-getting-pulled-over-in-a-lamborghini/
The whole story is obviously made up or at very least, greatly exaggerated.
The shop rebuilt the engine. May have been the nuts and bolts that connected the engine inside the engine compartment. What I do remember clearly is my father getting mad when he found metric on his truck.
My 1994 Pontiac Grand Prix was a 1993 model with some 1994 parts. I sometimes had to figured out the year first before I could go looking for replacement parts.
Sounds like you went about that the hard way and probably the more expensive way.
That's my father. When he gave me his old 1994 Pontiac Grand Prix as a birthday present in 2008, it took me three years to track down all the repairs he didn't tell me about. Whenever I took the car into the shop, he complained that the mechanics ripping me off. After every repair job I gave him the old parts to examine, and he reluctantly admits that the parts were worn out. The car lasted another two years before the alternator gave out, killing three batteries in the process, and I junked the car for good.
OP mentioned not going full metric. That's what the grease monkeys did to my father's truck. We had to fix his truck to get it back to full standard.
Actually, I don't own a wrench. Unlike my father and older brother, I'm the digital guy in the family. If I have a problem with my car, I take it down to the shop. Please explain why my statement was stupid.
After my father cracked the engine block on his flatbed truck in 1988, he took it into the repair shop. A year later he had to fix the throw-out bearing and discovered that the grease monkeys replaced all the standard nuts and bolts with metric nuts and bolts. That pissed him off like nothing else. We spent a long weekend finding and replacing metric with standard.
They want their metric ruler back.
That was my older brother. ;)
That doesn't stop Wall Street.
Restaurants that don't take credit cards typically have an ATM machine in the lobby that has a high transaction fee and gives them back a little kickback revenue.
I learned how to shoot a BB gun and 9mm as a teenager up in the hills above Silicon Valley in the 1980's. My friends and I ran around with the BB gun to shoot up the local wildlife (a woodpecker on top of a tree was unimpressed with our aiming skills and ignored us while we took potshots), but the 9mm required adult supervision to shoot up an empty oil drum. Friend's neighbors demonstrated the loading and shooting of colonial rifles. Those rifles were damn loud.
Also damn, who can type on a dutch azerty keyboard? This thing sucks.
IE11 without a spellchecker on work computer. Then again, this used to be an IBM shop. It's all dutch now.
Illegal or not?
One restaurant owner used to make a $10,000+ cash deposit every three days. After the restaurant got robbed at gunpoint, the owner made daily cash deposits to reduce the amount of money stolen at one. Because the restaurant didn't accept check or credit cards, the IRS viewed the daily cash deposits as structuring and confiscated the cash. The owner won in court but the IRS refuses to return the money. That's a typical story.
That would be $62,284.35 in 2015 dollars.
Most stories I've heard over the radio has always started with the bank telling the business to deposit smaller sums of cash to avoid the paperwork hassle. Nevertheless, the IRS goes after the business because that's where the money is at.
If you're walking around with a suitcase of cash, the police can confiscate your cash because you might be a drug dealer. All they need is probably cause to stop you and search the suitcase. Good luck in getting your money back.
The summary doesn't directly mention the underlying problem of structuring cash transactions to avoid the $10,000 reporting threshold to the IRS. This is a huge problem for cash-only businesses. Most banks will tell businesses to deposit smaller sums of cash to avoid the paperwork hassles. Most businesses do that not knowing that it will raise red flags with the IRS. The IRS can confiscates all the cash from the bank account without filing criminal charges, and isn't legally obligated to return the money if they don't file criminal charges. The only way to get the money back is to go to court and/or make a huge public outcry.
Community colleges.
On my FreeNAS file server:
# find /etc /bin /sbin /usr/bin /usr/sbin -type f | xargs file |
grep "Perl script" | wc -l /etc /bin /sbin /usr/bin /usr/sbin -type f | xargs file |
grep "Python script" | wc -l
2
# find
2
Maybe not a fair comparison. :)
The expired Microsoft site license was the reason why every programming course had every flavor of Java. I took Perl because it wasn't Java, but the class got cancelled on the first day for not having enough students. Perl fell off my radar since then. The only reason I picked up Python was because I worked at Google for a while.
Actually, computer programming. Project management was what I did before I went back to school.
I had a roommate who left a squash inside a toaster oven on low heat overnight. The next morning I found it. The squash got carbonized (burned) all the way through, blackened and hard as a rock.
The last time I heard about Perl was in college ten years ago. I was taking Perl because it wasn't Java. The college couldn't afford to renew Microsoft site license for a few years, hence every programming course had every flavor of java: strong, black and hot. Long story short, the Perl class got cancelled.