Sentences with phrase «screeching stops»

Cuomo's proposed tax credit for frequent state thruway drivers has come to a screeching stop in Albany.

Instead, between 93 and 100 years of age the acceleration in death rates came to a screeching stop.

Your search comes to a screeching stop when you wish to get in touch with the apple of your eye, though.

The suit alleges that Caltrans road construction created a lane closure that made traffic come to a screeching stop.

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Science will come to a screeching halt, they insist, because everybody will stop doing experiments and just attribute all phenomena to the inscrutable will of God.

Cars went screeching to a stop.

As we come flying toward a blind corner, Collins hisses, «Stop man, stop,» and I come to a screeching halt not 25 feet away from the biggest moose either of us have ever sStop man, stop,» and I come to a screeching halt not 25 feet away from the biggest moose either of us have ever sstop,» and I come to a screeching halt not 25 feet away from the biggest moose either of us have ever seen.

Riley just wouldn't stop screeching.

I enjoyed hearing my little one's heart beat but the headphones stopped working after 3 days and then I would hear a screeching sound through the headphones.

Little caboose was so overwrought from the fear of being disconnected all day that she continued to screech «choo - choo» and pull at her coupling even after they were stopped for the night.

The wild chimpanzees my colleagues and I had been following for nearly five hours had stopped their grunting, hooting and screeching.

Grains of comet dust will slice into the gel and briefly heat up tiny streaks to hundreds of degrees as they screech to a stop.

Shine a light into a Bose - Einstein condensate, for instance, and light screeches almost to a stop.

While this part of the story is as true as any other, the dialogue between the characters at the outset: «You better be back for the birth, [Full Character Name];» «You try and stop me,» practically screeches to the audience, «Start worrying about this guy NOW.»

Not far into her road trip, she feels pangs of guilt, but before she can turn around and give the money back, she stops at The Bates Motel where she meets uber - polite proprietor Norman and hears his mother screeching from the old dark house next door.

Bury your right foot and 0 - 186 mph takes 16 seconds, slam on the 15.74 - inch carbon - ceramic brakes and you'll screech to a stop 7.9 seconds later.

When I turn the wheel it sorta screeches and then stops.

You can maintain a safe distance behind a moving vehicle and in case the vehicle in front stops abruptly, your car too screeches to a halt.

The resulting friction, when applied to each of the wheels, slows the car to a stop - or in some cases, a screeching halt!

And then suddenly the train is screeching to a stop at Heathrow and Mum's dragging me out from between the two tummies.

Brakes screech; the train huffs to a stop.

The system lets your insurance company monitor how often you drive, when you drive, and whether you make a habit of screeching to a stop or roaring down the street.

Hodai is now irresistible to any girl who crosses his path as they will literally stop in their tracks, screeching tire sound and all, to get a piece of him.

It's back to school time, which means that leisurely breakfasts... [cue music] early morning sunshine bathing you through the windows, birds singing their happy tune while you slowly munch through a bowl of cereal, your happy children all around [record screeches and stops]... are over.

Whether you were caught speeding from a stop light, screeching your wheels or were arrested for being involved in an organized race, we can help.

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.