Damn, I've spent years commuting by bike and never once had a shower room at work. At one place I had to join the nearby Y and deal with naked, old, fat southern men lounging around on couches in the locker room every morning making jokes about imprisoning black men for life.
Some time ago I was standing chatting next to my vehicle in a parking lot. This was in college. About 50-60ft away was one of the lot entrances. Not too steep, though one of those that will catch a lower car if it doesn't come in carefully. Anyway, in comes screaming a Lamborghini. The very expensive sound the bottom of that car made still makes me wish I was recording. Could've turned it into my morning alarm.
I like to think me bursting out laughing still haunts the driver to this day.
One day I hope to see an economy that doesn’t rely on capitalism, and a ~~reddit ~~ Lemmy thread about trucks that doesn’t immediately turn into “I need it to haul cow shit” vs “anyone with more than 3 seat belts should be publicly executed.”
Sometimes it’s ok to have and use the machine that fits the job. Sometimes it’s vanity. How much more discussion is needed