PennSilverTaco's "Perfect 5-Lug Regular Cab" Build, Aspergers, and General BS MegaThread!

My Navy vet father has a saying...

"I can neither confirm nor deny that."

And that's the exact response I got from my dad when I asked him if P-3 Orions ever carried nukes!

 

And then from about September 2006 through June 2009 I made the mistake of getting a job through the special education system instead of finding one on my own.

Various businesses all over the area would sign up with the Bucks County Intermediate Unit and "employ" special needs students. Instead of getting paid by that business, however, they get paid by the I.U.

The worst part of this was that my weekly hours were less than that of a part-time retail worker!

The biggest annoyance was that the system was not designed to accommodate students at varying levels of intelligence and functionality. Most of the students in this program were quite low-functioning. Put someone like me who is borderline normal with job coaches who are used to dealing with students who are borderline retarded, and you've got a recipe for disaster!

 

I work mostly on finding grow and production sites here in Colombia. We can't get everything, but if we can find enough to make it no longer worth it, hopefully the supply will dry up. We're having a record year for seizures, we're getting better at finding these people.

 

I clashed with job coaches and other I.U. staff regularly. They were used to dealing with subservient intellectually disabled kids, but I am not intellectually disabled nor do I fall into the category of "Forrest Gump" or "Rainman" (better known as an idiot savant). I have Aspergers, and there's a big difference!

 

You gonna take care of the heroin rings next?

 

Listening to "All I want for Christmas is you" by Vince Vance and the Valiants right now...



I've just gotten off work and should be going home to pack for the pre-Christmas trip to Visit family in Norfolk tomorrow, but...

My best friend Doug has the complete original Star Wars trilogy on DVD and I don't. My dad's Honda Pilot has a rear-seat DVD entertainment system and a lot of my movies are still packed away. Doug has agreed to let me borrow the whole set for the 6-hour drive to Norfolk!

The problem is that Doug was on a date with his girlfriend who lives in Levittown, he had to drive all the way back up here after dropping her off, and I'm waiting for him in the parking lot of my work...

So I'm just sitting in the Tacoma listening to "Philly's Christmas Station."

 

I worked some of that a few years ago. I'm probably going to get out of counter narcotics when I leave here. Back to counter proliferation.

 

No drugs for this guy!

Right now I'm sitting in my biggest addiction, with the heat cranked and Jingle Bell Rock on the radio, in the parking lot of my work, while I wait for my best friend to drop off some DVDs he's letting me borrow.

 

You could say my Tacoma is my anti-drug!

 

My best friend John, who also has AS and works as a certified peer mentor/counselor at a service provider, says "They treat you like a diagnosis instead of an individual," which he got from his mother who founded and used to run The Coffeehouse Center of Bucks County. Often simply referred to as The Coffeehouse back in its heyday (the golden era was approximately from June 2008 when it was founded until April 2010). Unfortunately, it was taken over by another service provider who didn't share my friend's mom's vision...

I'll tell you more about the Coffeehouse later!

Anyway, my friend and his mother hit the nail on the head. Higher-functioning individuals like me and my friends basically hate being treated like retards!

 

@Plain Jane Taco

Just so happens I was waiting in the parking lot of the bar where I work, for my best friend to drop off a special package...

Not the kind of special package you might be thinking of though!

 

Nice

 

Coast Guard might confiscate that package too... I imagine things can get boring being on the boats for extended periods.

 

My Utah Concealed Firearms License was rejected when I got carded. It's a picture id issued by a government agency which is what the law requires.

 

What a load of shit!

 

@Gr8fl
@LocoLocal
@Iamraiderpower
@Wyckedan

This is the best drinking story I've got so far, and it happened fairly recently! It was the week after Thanksgiving, and one of our coworkers who has a job with an engineering firm out in Pittsburgh came back East to visit. We celebrated by getting hammered at The Other Side, our default watering hole when we're not working. I knocked back six beers and a shot (may have been two shots) in the span of about three hours, so I was definitely feeling good.

IMPORTANT: I'd driven the Tacoma back home before consuming any alcohol, talked my mom into driving me back to town, and planned on taking an Uber back home. Not only was I being responsible, but the aforementioned Uber plays a major role here...

At like 11:30pm-11:40pm, I took out the trusty iPhone and summoned an Uber. The app told me that my driver was a woman named Jennifer in a Mitsubishi Lancer, and I didn't feel like walking back to the bar where I worked, so I requested to be picked up outside of Other Side...

I went to use the bathroom, and the I noticed that a blue Mitsubishi Lancer had pulled up just outside the bar. Perfect! I said goodbye to my friends, and proceeded to the front door. Other Side is located in a former hardware store so it has these huge picture windows in the front that allow patrons a full view of the outside...

To my surprise, I saw some random guy open the back right door to my Uber, and I immediately broke into a run. I threw the door open, and said "Excuse me, that's my Uber!"

I then approach the front passenger window and the driver asks "What's your name?" More than a bit tipsy, I'm like "Uh, Charlie...uh, are you Jennifer?" She said yes, and obviously at this point she knew I was her passenger. I asked if I could ride shotgun, and she said yes, but then I realized I'd left my beloved leather jacket (the one my late grandma got me for Christmas, 7 years ago) in the bar. I explain this to Jennifer, and rush back inside the bar just as my boss is coming out to investigate the commotion.

NOTE: My boss, the general manager of the bar where I work, is a petite 5'3" Korean-American woman in her late twenties. She is small. My boss knew almost immediately that this fat fuck was trying steal my Uber, and unfortunately I missed the scuffle that followed.

Apparently, this drunk fat guy was still attempting to gain access to the backseat this poor woman's car while his equally drunk buddy stood up on the sidewalk and watched. One thing you should know about my boss is that we also happen to be close friends, and while we do have our disagreements from time to time she doesn't like it when other people screw with me. This includes but is not limited to attempting to steal my sober ride home that I paid for, when I'm drunk and trying to do the responsible thing by calling Uber.

My boss double-checked with Jennifer if I was the one she was supposed to be picking up, and the lovely Jennifer confirmed this. Obviously, at this point the Uber driver knew the lovely Asian woman was with me. Without hesitation, my boss went into the backseat of this woman's Lancer, physically removed the would-be Uber thief from the backseat, shoved him back onto the sidewalk and knocked over his buddy in the process, slammed the door, and then stood guard outside the car until I came back out.

I prefer to ride in the front seat when my Uber is a smaller vehicle, since I'm so big. I've been using Uber since November 2015, and only twice have drivers not let me ride shotgun. Remember I said that Jennifer had already given me permission to ride shotgun before I realized I'd left my jacket in the bar, but my lovely boss missed that part of the conversation. My boss is a traditionalist when it comes to Uber etiquette, thus she treats it like a traditional taxicab and always rides in the backseat. My boss wanted to be absolute sure I didn't barge into this woman's front seat, so she asked if it was okay for me to ride in the front. Jennifer again said yes, my boss said goodbye to me, and we were off.

As we drove off, I proudly and drunkenly proclaimed "That Asian woman is my boss!" I then let it slip how much I'd had to drink that night, and Jennifer said she was glad I'd called Uber.

I asked Jennifer if anyone had ever puked in her car as a result of drinking too much, and I don't remember if she answered yes or no (I think it was no). She also said she was glad I ended up being her passenger and not the other guy, because the would-be Uber thief could barely stand, and probably would have puked in the backseat of her car...

The thing about me is that even when I'm hammered, I hold my liquor very well and am always very respectful. I have a 4.8 or 4.9 (out of 5 stars) rating as a passenger, so I must be doing something right!

 

Molly was the greatest thing in my life prior to receiving the Tacoma as a gift. It's almost as if she knew the truck would take her place as my most faithful companion once she was gone, and she passed away less than the 3 months after I got the Tacoma...

 

A guy who works at the Italian restaurant near my work has a 2001 Camry with almost 300K miles. Engine is a bit noisy but runs like a Swiss watch, ICE COLD A/C, toasty warm heat, and all accessories work. It's missing all the hubcaps, it's a bit beat up, and it has some rust, but that car will not die! Also of note is that it's a basic CE model, but it's still very well-equipped. It even has a factory AM/FM cassette/CD combo!

 

You probably also want to become a serial liker on Tundras.com, don't you...?

 

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