Hardly ever happens
My family takes an inordinate amount of pleasure from sequential patterns, like on the odometer. I've seen my mother nearly weep for joy when her mileage hits something like 101010, or 77977. In fact, the moment of passing from 99,999 to 100,000 is usually celebrated with honks and veeerrry slow driving to savor the moment.And so, today we'll be having quite the party, in honor of the date and time.
Happy 12:34, 05/06/07.
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posted by Becca at
9:08 AM
3 comment(s):
Oh man, I missed it! That is really cool. That will never happen ever again.
By
Amanda, at
4:27 PM
I'll never again be able to see the mileage click over to a number like that without tooting the horn. heh.
By
theotherbear, at
5:11 PM
How clever! I always think about that kind of stuff after it's over! LOL! :D
By
Suzanne, at
2:06 PM
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