If you have a mental 'file' of locomotive numbers, wheel arrangements or aircraft tail numbers, you WILL notice if one of your hot-button numbers comes up.
Doesn't happen to me very often. My hot-button numbers have letters in front of them - ED1618, C6229, EH106, DD13187, D50380...
That's what happens when you model Japanese rails.
Chuck
When I was stationed in Charleston, SC, I stumbled upon the correct combo that would, after tax, yield a total of $6.66. That would freak out the people working there. I was often refused service until I changed my order.
I agree, paying attention on specific numbers will make them stick out more, and will be more memorable when they show up again.
So many scales, so many trains, so little time.....
Railroader_Sailor_SSN-760 wrote: When I was stationed in Charleston, SC, I stumbled upon the correct combo that would, after tax, yield a total of $6.66. That would freak out the people working there. I was often refused service until I changed my order.I agree, paying attention on specific numbers will make them stick out more, and will be more memorable when they show up again.
Should of told them "hot sauce, lots of hot sauce. I love thing HOT!!!!!!!!"
They did not have anything like that, besides, my digestive tract hates spicy foods.
I personally love spicy foods, and love the smell of peppers. (I think that may be why I did not have a problem when I got sprayed in the face with pepper spray during a security course I went to last fall.)
That location called the cops once when I came in (on Halloween), dressed up in a devil costume, complete with red face paint and made the same order.
Nothing happened to me, the cop thought it was funny that I had figured that out and was "tormenting" them by making that order at least once every other week. The duty manager got into some hot water though. I ended up getting a $20 gift card from Burger King because of that.
My response to them after that: "I am not sure why I even come here, the food here tastes terrible, and smells worse!"
(The only reason I went there in the first place was because of a sailor that I was giving a ride home to wanted to stop and get food, and the drive through area smelled terribly of swamp gas, so it would be better on one's stomach to just walk in.)
Of course with the place built on a corner of a swamp, the place smelled terrible, inside and out.
The only thing that topped that would be going to a drive through there with our cat, Satan. (The name my dad gave her was Whiskey-Cat, but that is another story.)
Contrary to good taste, she liked Burger King food, so when we would get to the pick-up window, she would attempt to get out of our van. We would say, "Down, Satan Down!"
That in itself would make most locals freak out. (In SC. In CT, nobody really cares about anyone else, at least until you get about 45 mintues away from the sub base.)
I have a tendency to get fixated on certain numbers as well. While I was attached to the USS Annapolis (SSN-760), I would have a sharp eye out for "other" 760's.
Lesson learned: Numbers rule, and Groton still sucks......