Sentences with phrase «getting near its exit»

Nuneaton - the iconic seat of the Tories» surprise 2015 victory, if Labour is getting near its exit poll performance it will come close here.

When you get near the exit - turn the Lens of Truth back on to make the spirit continue forward.

Not exact matches

Getting a feel for the basics will help you time your entries and exits better, however, and when the markets turn green, you'll stand a better chance of selling near the top instead of falling for the hodl meme and suffering another 70 % retracement.

Giroud knows his near the exit door barring some minor miracle so he'll be trying his absolute best to either get a good move or to be kept at Arsenal.

If Wenger misses out on LACAZETTE especially at a time when its seems ALEXIS is nearing the exit door, it will be clear to all Arsenal fans that WENGER is truly a Specialist In Failure and that things Might get worse next season.

He's basically confirmed is exit, because Arsenal are not getting anywhere near a major trophy until Wenger goes.

If you can not get a sitter make sure you have baby in a car seat with a cover on it or sit near the door to make a quick exit.

An exit poll conducted jointly by three network TV stations had put him on course to get 41.4 % of the vote, with his nearest challenger, conservative Hong Joon - Pyo, on 23.3 %.

Have a mirror near your exit so you can do a quick once over and make sure you've got the right shoes on, that you don't have random threads or a hem that's coming down and that you finished applying your makeup.

When a member gets to the stage that they're ready to meet someone, we offer tips for making safe arrangements — taking precautionary steps to ensure their personal safety and maintaining awareness of the nearest safe exit from any situation they are uncomfortable with.

You really want to exit the vehicle before it takes on enough water to sink - and firstly get onto the roof, as you can use it as a platform to jump towards whatever land is nearest.

However, near - whiteout conditions forced me to exit shortly after the freeway shortly after the road started to get clear.

my car was working fine, until I decide to plug in my obd reader while driving on the motorway, where it came to a near complete stop, I plugged it out quickly and took off again, everything seemed fine until I got off the motorway, and was driving in limp mode, I stopped the car and tried reset the ecu, to no avail, so I went to the nearest motor exit with a down ramp and built up a enough speed to get somewhat home, after stopping on the motorway, my car was reving in gear but no movement, until I stuck the obd sensor in and now its back in limp mode and moving.

We'll exit if the share price gets near the net cash value, or the cash burn reduces the net cash value to the share price.

If the food in the barn is not getting eaten, try putting food near the barn exit (s).

If it's near the top, that almost always means that seats in the emergency exit rows will be available (and so you might be able to get the row with only two seats or extra leg room).

Elite level members of airline frequent flyer programs get free access to «premium economy» seats near the front of the cabin and by exit rows.

Early boarding means you get early access to scarce overhead bin space, and since these seats are located near the front of the plane, you'll be among the first to exit when the plane lands.

I needed to figure out a maze, unbalance a pumping station to get hydraulics for my car, and eliminate some demon beavers near the exit.

Once you're in control, spit fire at the two unlit lanterns near the Volcano Cave exit to get the Power Moon!

There is an especially immersive gallery devoted to eight radiantly colored canvases by Mark Rothko, and another nearly as intense, with seven by Barnett Newman, as well as generous pockets of paintings by Arshile Gorky, Adolph Gottlieb, Robert Motherwell, Franz Kline and Philip Guston, whose figurative 1969 «Edge of Town,» near the show's exit, designates him as the only artist who got out alive.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.