Worst stuff you've bought.

I purchased a bike from a 'direct bikes' seller in TX. Online it looked great and hit all the marks and a famous French brand. The dropouts were deformed. Paint was flaking off. The wheels were iron. Everything was counterfeit. I could slice the tires open with a thumbnail.
 
I will provide counseling for free. Here it is: you will not change your spouse. If you are going to be happy together, you must be the one who changes.

I read that in a Dr. Phil book, so it must be true. ;)
I am a rogue, delinquent Marriage and Family Therapist who actually doesn't really believe in Marriage, at least not in the 21st century-- certainly not for couples who do not have kids, and sometimes even for those who do. The license was invented to decrease the divorce rate in California, and has been an utter failure at that. So it's very ironic that I wound up with this particular license; I kind of think marriage should be banned completely. My own marriage really degraded the quality of my relationship with my girlfriend. I wish we'd just had a big party, written our own contract with rules that would be renewed every three to five years, and pretended we were married around our parents or her boss or whoever claims to care about all that. It probably would be working much better than it is.

Marriage forces a couple to think about money, money, money all the time-- even people who don't really care about money-- in a way that being in a relationship never will. It commodifies an emotional commitment. You can't make intelligent financial decisions together when I'm responsible for every form she fails to fill out, and she has to pay for it if I make a crappy investment. With separate finances, it would work way better. If she goes bankrupt, I can step in and help her out, and vice versa. Instead, if one of us goes bankrupt, they probably take the other down, too.

I pretty much hate doing couples work. I will do it under duress, but it's a crapy deal for the therapist, too, because you're outnumbered. I prefer working with collaterals-- you come in for an appointment (or two or three) of your husband's therapy, for example, with rules agreed upon beforehand about what will and will not be talked about. You are helping his therapy. And then your therapist might invite your husband for a collateral appointment to help with your treatment goals. I've had some good results with that, but it also doesn't work out as well from a business perspective. It's more work for pretty much the same amount of money (and I need to change that.)

I will provide counseling for free. Here it is: you will not change your spouse.
Correct.
If you are going to be happy together, you must be the one who changes.
Wrong. You must be the one who changes, and focus only on that. If you're committed to that, the worst that should happen is you become more like the person you want to be, even if the marriage ends.

The moment your intention shifts to trying to change your partner-- even if you're doing and saying exactly the same things you were when it was working-- everything falls apart.

Your partner may actually change after you make changes. In fact, that happens most of the time. But the instant that changing her or him becomes your goal, you're screwed.
I read that in a Dr. Phil book, so it must be true. ;)
I hate that bastard. I think it's gross when therapists are self promoting or charge outrageous fees. It should never be a profession for getting rich, though (some of us, at least!) actually work very hard and deserve to make a decent living. Dr. Phil makes us all look like f*ckwits.
 
I purchased a bike from a 'direct bikes' seller in TX. Online it looked great and hit all the marks and a famous French brand. The dropouts were deformed. Paint was flaking off. The wheels were iron. Everything was counterfeit. I could slice the tires open with a thumbnail.
Dang. That was BD and a Motobecane, huh? The build quality on my moto is outstanding, the welds are like a work of art. The components are mid-grade, but I knew that was what I was paying for. Really sorry you had such a bad experience. The HAL bikes generally get good reviews.

Iron wheels? Sheesh!
 
Motobecane
I had a Motobecane in the 80's in LA. I loved that pearl bike, beautiful. I gave the matt black BD lemon to a disabled guy who installed a 1,000 W Bafang HD on it. The quality of his build included trash bag twisty ties. My best builds are zip tie free. Zip ties were just to up market for him and that bike.
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Biological sun protection cream on one of the Gili islands. Burned myself completely. From now on i gonna always have sun protection swimming clothing when going on the trips like that. Will contact pq swim customer service these days and order for myself and family couple of those. We are heading to a warmer place again in two weeks and this time i want to prepare myself in advance.
 
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Rug kicker from Harbor Fright, The teeth pulled out on the first use. I had no business trying to stretch carpet but I was a lot younger then, and rehabbing some property, It was only $15 dollars, but I wrecked the carpet and had t have it replaced .
 
As far as bicycles, I paid $79 shipped for this Kent fat tire bike in 2015. planning on a conversion. Caliper brakes.All steel. By the time I was done, I had spent over $1000 and replaced everything but the steel frame and seat post.

The bike with a rear hub motor, but without battery now weighs less than it did when stock.

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Definitely a ski boat I purchased when the kids were little. They are in their 30's now. The first trip was OK, but they were not into learning to ski or even didn't really like getting on the big innertubes. And I like to ski, but the wife didn't want to drive the boat. So the boat sat in the circular driveway for a year or so and was great to decorate with Xmas lights during the holiday. Next time I took out the boat, I blew a trailer bearing and had to be towed. Then when I finally got the boat in the water, the old gas created some carburetor issues so the boat struggled to operate properly. That was the last trip. A friend offered to buy it, as he had just inherited a new place on the river. One of the best days of my life when he came by and hitched the Sea Ray up to his truck and drove off!
 
Definitely a ski boat I purchased when the kids were little. They are in their 30's now. The first trip was OK, but they were not into learning to ski or even didn't really like getting on the big innertubes. And I like to ski, but the wife didn't want to drive the boat. So the boat sat in the circular driveway for a year or so and was great to decorate with Xmas lights during the holiday. Next time I took out the boat, I blew a trailer bearing and had to be towed. Then when I finally got the boat in the water, the old gas created some carburetor issues so the boat struggled to operate properly. That was the last trip. A friend offered to buy it, as he had just inherited a new place on the river. One of the best days of my life when he came by and hitched the Sea Ray up to his truck and drove off!
Daily Shouts

The Best Days of a Boat Owner’s Life​

By Reuven Perlman
January 13, 2021
The back of a man standing on the deck of a boat and looking out to sea

Photograph from Getty



As the old joke goes, the two best days in a boat owner’s life are the day they buy a boat and the day they sell it. But the truth is that there are also many delightful days in between! Here’s the full list.
  • The day they buy a boat.
  • The day they sell themselves on the idea that they somehow deserve to own a boat—that their wealth isn’t the product of luck or circumstance but, rather, is a proportional reflection of their value to society.
  • The day they buy nine more boats, making their personal collection technically a fleet.
  • The day they sell themselves on the notion that anyone who doesn’t own ten boats simply hasn’t worked hard enough to earn them.
  • The day they buy a captain’s hat and plate that s*it in gold.
  • The day they sell their gold captain’s hat to make room for the South-Sea-pearl-studded admiral’s hat that they commissioned from Van Cleef & Arpels.
  • The day they buy a car—a car so nice that its doors open in a novel and exciting way (like, they pop out and slide into a hidden cavity in the roof).
  • The day they sell their very nice car because they’ve begun to commute exclusively by helicopter.
  • The day they buy an orca.
  • The day they sell seventy-three miles of beachfront property on the island of Majorca.
  • The day they buy butt implants.
  • The day they sell their entire wardrobe at a charity auction because none of their old clothes fit their magnificent new butt.
  • The day they buy stem cells, just in case.
  • The day they sell their majority shares in a biotech company just hours before the stock price bottoms out.
  • The day they buy into the validity of the moniker “job creator.”
  • The day they sell the voters in their state the line that they’re qualified to be an elected official because they are a “job creator.”
  • The day they buy a series of data-driven, microtargeted campaign ads that depress the vote in select districts and swing others just enough to clinch a statewide victory.
  • The day they sell an economic-prosperity message to the citizenry in a televised acceptance speech while standing next to their orca tank.
  • The day they buy a Newton’s cradle made from black-rhino horn to put on their office desk in the governor’s mansion.
  • The day they sell their tax bill to the public, exclaiming, “Prosperity follows the law of gravity—it trickles down!” before firing fake dollar bills with their portrait printed on them from a confetti cannon.
  • The day they buy a full-length mirror, strip naked to behold their sagging, bloated form—a body not immune to the passage of time, actively decaying—and chant, “If I were not a god, I would not be treated as a god. If I were not worthy of worship, I would not be worshipped. If I were not a god, I would not be treated as a god. If I were not worthy of worship, I would not be worshipped.”
  • The day they sell their boat.

Marriage counseling. 😛 Like hiring an expensive plumber who then causes a flood of sewage and walks away.
When all you wanted a little tune-up.
 
Cars. Nothing else comes close.
I figure there are at least 3 types of people who going to have a lot of[splaining to do] at the Pearly gates,lawyers,politicians and car salesman,had a salesman say this onetime" a car is a persons second biggest investment"-wrong, a car is a money pit.
 
Oh man, that's frustrating! I once got this outdoor light that promised to turn my backyard into a haven. Ended up being more of a headache.

For your Bell + Howell spotlight, returning it to Wally World sounds like a plan. Dealing with warranty claims can be such a hassle, right? Been there.

It's like planning a perfect evening under the stars – you want the light to cooperate. On a side note, reminds me of when I was in Dubai checking out desert safari offers; you just want things to work seamlessly.
 
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