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ACK! YOU POSTED KEBAB!

*tries to regain control of stomach*

The only truly awful thing about my trip to Sweden 10 years ago was being exposed to kebab in every single meal presented to me. I almost cried. Swedish kebab tastes like spam.
I would love, love, love to live somewhere where the only street food was not hot dogs. Seriously in North Florida, that's it. No other street food period. Except at State Fairs and festivals. And then, it's fried. With the occasional meat-on-a-stick option. I was in heaven in New York with being able to stop and buy a pickle, or a wrap sandwich, or various fruits in Chinatown... same with San Fran.

And, on the other topic, my life was saved by a seat belt. I feel weird in a parking lot without one. I was in a '79 Volare and was t-boned by a '78 beemer doing 65 at impact, after 200 feet of skid marks. Without my seatbelt, I'd have slid across those bench seats they don't make anymore and broken my neck sideways on the passenger side door. As it was, I broke off my "sitz" bone, the bottom left loop of my pelvic bone.
I'll always wear one and anyone I care about will wear one or get out of my car.

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