They generally asked for your cross streets, then looked at the giant street map on the wall to figure out where you were. Not exactly an unsolvable problem.
Edit: and it’s not like they needed turn by turn directions. Just figure out where to go from the cross streets. Oh it’s northwest of Maple and Cyan, 3 streets into the neighborhood. The drivers can get to the crossroads on their own, that’s just local knowledge.
Yeah, I can’t remember anything bad that happened in 2020.
Famine and climate refugees lead to authoritarian governments. Or, just have it in the backdrop like a comedy about a heatwave in March where people are sweltering and it turns into a meetcute.
Or just the super fucked up first chapter of Ministry for the Future.
I never want to look in any direction without seeing a screen. Preferably 3.
One of those guides to “what to do if you win the lottery” says to, up front, decide how much and who you want to fund. Want to buy all your friends and family houses and college tuition? Sure.
But the thing is that money can make people go crazy. Some people will always want more. Sure you got them a house, but you’re rich, why can’t you get them a car too? And now they’re a little behind on bills, surely you can help them out, right? And it never stops. Not everyone, but someone.
You might be interested in this podcast episode that touches on the subject: https://hiddenbrain.org/podcast/between-two-worlds/
You are suddenly super rich. Now all your friends and family expect you to provide for them. Every kindness they offer is suspect, are they doing it because they like you or because they want your money? How can you really know?
You don’t have to work and can go anywhere in the world. But your friends still have jobs, so you travel alone.
Some of your friends start to resent your new lifestyle. Others may just be staying quiet. You read about “crabs in a bucket” and distance yourself more from them.
It’s really isolating, but you meet some other wealthy people and you know they don’t need your money. And… you actually have some stuff in common with them. Yes Ibiza is overrated, but they suggest another place to check out. You go out with them to amazing restaurants that your old friends wouldn’t even appreciate. You can commiserate about how hard it is to get good help these days.
On top of all that, you slowly start to notice an emptiness inside. You should be happy! You don’t have to work anymore! You have everything you could ever want! Why do you feel this way!?!? Drugs and expensive purchases fill the need momentarily. If try telling your old friends that you’re not all that fulfilled, they’ll pull out the world’s tiniest violin for you. You lack purpose and goals, and feel like you are drifting in a life of luxury completely devoid of meaning.
If you’re lucky you find a way to have a new purpose in life and accept that the money changed you. If not you spiral and, best case scenario, wind up broke.
Detroit? Wayne County? It seems like when you get past Ypsi it becomes US-12
In my town, most of the summer camps fill up in March. Every dual-income family I know has a spreadsheet and keeps track of exactly when online registration opens. It’s a nightmare, and expensive too.
Mine are starting to get old enough that we are doing a mix of camps and WFH weeks. It’s not ideal but we’ve scraped enough together that it mostly works.
Does she get to keep the money? I know it’s evidence, but they still gave it to her. She owns it, right? When the trial is done, why shouldn’t she get it?
I’m ok with that. If I sell my house, I’ll need to buy another one, which will be cheaper too. The only people who lose out are investors that treat a necessity of life as a get rich quick scheme.
I played this three times! There was a qualifier round, then a quarter final or something on stage, and I did well enough in that that I got to come back the next day and lose on stage! I peaked in 1990.