There is a stretch of road nearby that I drive every day. It's just about a mile long. Two lanes each way, plus a turn lane in the middle. Bike lanes at the curb. Normal roadway.
Except.
Except the number of iron hole covers in this short stretch of road is huge. I counted over 100 as I drove along. wtf? Sometimes, there would be a collection of four large manhole covers arranged in a square, all together. They are at varying distances from the curb, all the way across the street. Maybe it's some kind of iron casting sanctuary.
106
That's the number of invoices I had to organize and approve for payment this morning. Doesn't sound like a big deal. And I suppose it wasn't, but your hand gets tired writing account numbers and signing off on 106 friggin pieces of paper.
Kind of like writing out 106 checks.
300 dollars/MT for scrap iron
Be sure to open your window and pack a mallet just in case it turns out to be the world's first drive-thru Whac-A-Mole game.
300 dollars/MT for scrap iron
1250 dollars / hernia repair surgery
Maybe it's the home of the Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers.
Maybe it's the home of the Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers.
Ah! That's a good point. It's probably a vampire condo (
Twilight is just down the road from BigV). The arrangement of four is the fire exit.
Also the number of stitches on a baseball.
116 - the number on the thermometer outside my window.
108 - the number of stitches waiting for the first person to say, "it's a dry heat!"
I wonder if that is a contributing factor to the rather high proportion of Arizona plates I see. That plate has the highest quantity/distance ratio I've seen. I mean, New York is farther, but I've seen only one of those. Oregon is more common, but is adjacent to Washington. Probably here for some "damp" "heat".
802 before the one after 909
(move over baby...)