Why do people seem shocked that other people can hear their phones when watching tv or reels at a restaurant?!

I may not be able to understand it, but if it’s loud enough for you to follow then yeah, it’s loud enough for other people to hear.

Usually I get indignant assholes telling me to shut up, but sometimes it’s genuine shock “oh you can hear it?!”

Yeah. I’m at the next table, not another room.

Last night, my girlfriend and I went out to eat at a popular dive bar. This bar is popular for both its amazing fried chicken and their thriving raccoon population. Because my girlfriend recently shattered her foot, she hasn’t been able to get out much, and I thought this would be the perfect date to cheer her up.

One side of the establishment has enormous bay windows through which you can watch the raccoons enjoy table scraps as you eat. As this is a dive bar, there are no reservations. You can’t choose where you sit. Thus, seating next to the window is highly coveted.

In all the years I’ve been going there, I’ve had the privilege of sitting up next to the window maybe twice. You can usually expect some people to peer over your shoulder or snap a quick photo of the raccoons while you’re eating, but most people are respectful about it.

Keyword: most.

Last night, the bar was overrun with children. It’s also late summer, which means the baby raccoons are out in full swing. The two of us were seated right next to the window (with my back parallel to the window and hers facing the corner). At first, we had a great time cooing at the little raccoons tearing into their early evening snacks. Then the children came.

Our table was flanked by three families, all with children under the age of 10. The first few times a kid got all up in my space, I cut their parents some slack: children get excited about baby animals, and they’re still learning boundaries, their parents just want a peaceful night out, etc. Thankfully, two of the families corrected their kids and steered them away from our space. The largest family of the bunch, however, did not.

I shit you not, before we even got our food, these kids started banging on the window with their fists. The kind of banging that would scare fish at an aquarium. Right next to my ear, naturally. I’m thinking that a kid big enough to be in third grade should know better, and his little brother should, too, but they pay me no mind. It’s like I’m an NPC, vaguely in their way while they embark on their quest to frighten as many unassuming animals as possible. Their parents are watching, disinterested, but they don’t intervene.

My girlfriend, being the sweetheart that she is, sees my uncomfortable face and asks if I want to switch spots. She reasons she’s more comfortable with kids being in her space than I am. Once the last kid has returned to his table, we switch places. To everyone watching us switch, it's obvious she's in a cast. I make sure to put her crutches on her side of the table. I think to myself: surely, they won't get all up in her space when that would risk knocking over her crutches. Surely, their parents wouldn't allow it.

When I glance over at the family a few minutes later, the middle child is staring at us. Entitled Dad is holding the pouty preschooler on his lap. The oldest boy is knee-deep in his fried chicken. I mistakenly thought that the worst was over.

No. No, it was not.

We're hardly fifteen minutes into our dinner when I look behind my girlfriend and notice the older two boys standing directly behind her. They're fiddling with her crutches, peeking through them, touching the handlebars and screws. My jaw dropped. I made direct eye contact with their mother, who seemed to be staring straight through me, and then with the young parents sitting behind my girlfriend, who seemed just as shocked as I was (their toddler was more well-behaved).

My girlfriend turned to the kids. "Hey, can you please not touch those? These are medical aids, and I need them to walk. My foot is broken."

They gave her a blank stare. They didn't react with shame. They didn't even stop touching them. The younger one went, "Oh, crutches?" as he pulled on the rubber handle, and the older one said nothing.

My girlfriend said, gently but firmly, "Yes, they are crutches, and I need them. Can you please stop touching them?"

They stared for a couple more seconds before wandering back to their seats. I glanced over at the family a few minutes later and saw Entitled Mom GLARING at us like she wanted to shoot lasers out of her eyes. My girlfriend turned around to confirm, and Mom glared at her too. At that point, the mood was ruined.

We left shortly after that, but they made sure to leave faster. Not a single apology, or even an ounce of guilt. Just pure, unbridled entitlement.

I walk a lot but this time was one of the worst moments where two people turned and rushed me when I was trying to cross. This was at a park too where kids would even walk to. Drivers honking, drivers speeding past and not caring if they hit someone or not. I literally had to RUN across this time to avoid getting hit. Because one of the cars was an inch from me. I tried pointing at the walk light and no response from them at all either.

This wasn’t the only time this happened to me too. Postal service truck tried to turn when my mom and I were right next to them and there’s a sign that said yield to pedestrians that people seem to like ignoring. Years ago, a young woman literally yelled at me and my mom that she didn’t have a stop sign so she thought she had the right to turn into us (week later after that incident a stop sign was put on the road)

Many, many times this has happened and I don’t feel safe walking anywhere anymore. I don’t have a car or a driver’s license and I do have a bike that now I’m afraid to ride. I think the only time they will care is when they get caught and taken to prison for doing so.

If you chose or paid for the window seat, you should control whether the shade stays open or closed. The aisle passenger gets easier access to the bathroom. The middle passenger gets both armrests. The window passenger gets the wall, the view, and control of the shade.

Obviously, crew instructions and safety requirements come first. But outside of that, the other passengers should not get to outvote the person sitting beside the window.

Want to sleep? Bring an eye mask. Want to see the clouds? Book the window seat.

Is this reasonable or completely selfish?

I’m on vacation, in a hotel where all of the rooms open onto this one long shared balcony. Each room has a small dining table and chair directly outside the room’s window.

Yesterday I’m taking a nap and wake up to a man talking so loud and so close to someone on speakerphone that it sounds like he’s in my room. Having shot awake and unable to go back to sleep, I get dressed and walk outside and this man is sitting at my table directly in front of my hotel window, about four feet from where my bed is. No wonder it was so loud. I look at him and he apologizes and scurries back to his own room, which is the one next door, and has it’s own table and chair in front of it so I have no idea why he came over to mine and sat there.

The next day, I again hear a loud speakerphone conversation from outside but it sounds a bit further away. I walk outside to go to the lobby and my table is completely gone. This guy is outside of his own room with both his table and my own. He looks over at me and shouts “hey sorry I took your table. I’ll give it back when I’m done.” I didn’t like the entitled tone of that—no asking if it was was ok or if I was about to use it—and so I politely asked why can’t he just use his own table, and he says “yours is a little higher, which I like“. I tell him we can just swap tables. He says no and that he’ll give mine back when he is done with it. It’s really dismissive and rubs me the wrong way. He’s not allowing me to have either table?

I pop in the lobby and come back up to my room and he has his dirty-ass bare feet on top of my table as he chats away on the phone. I say “aw hell no, I eat off of that table, take your feet off! Fuck is wrong with you? You know what? Give me my shit back” and I take the table from him and put it back in front of my window. He puts his hands up in a little mock-surrender and makes a face (to the girl he’s FaceTiming) like he’s just been the innocent and bemused victim of a crazy person. I tell him “Don’t act like I’m crazy. Your entitlement is insane!” Then I turn to enter my rumor and mutter “pfft spiritual guru” because all of his loud speakerphone convos have been him putting on this faux-spiritual act to different women, calling himself a guru and pretentiously quoting to them from Hare Krishna texts like he’s their Sunday School teacher (even as the women protest that they’re not into religion and are very clearly trying to get off the phone with him).

Anyway, now he‘s back in his room next door loudly (for me to hear) saying “and he just released all this pent up internal anger on me. As a spiritual person, you really become an easy target for peoples’ issues. It’s a sort of power trip for them…” I can’t help but laugh.

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Also, the night before, the guest on the other side of my room came home around 10PM and her infant started crying. Within a minute, this man was awake huffing and puffing and pounding on her door for the baby to shut up. She didn’t open the door (understandably) and based on how she looked at me this morning I think she assumes it was me! Dude fuck this guy all around. I’m going to ask to switch rooms tomorrow.

And I feel uncomfortable when she says what this friend does for her. My friend is currently unemployed and has been for a while. She has a friend (who I’ve never met) that buys her things and furnishes her house for her. You’d think the friend is her boyfriend or something the way she gushes and brags about this. I’m genuinely starting to think the friend is either wealthy or vulnerable.

The craziest thing is she has a guy she’s been dating who she also brags about this friend too which I’m guessing she’s hoping it makes him step up as this man has never taken her out on a date nor has bought her any gifts or helped her in general. It’s more of a fwb situation that she’s ignoring. He’s really stingy and once refused to pick her up after a night out while she was drunk.

This friend has money issues and there’s been times where she will subtly try to announce she has no money at the restaurant just as we are about to pay. But once she realises I will not be paying the whole tab she suddenly has money.

But what has given me the ick is the fact that she’s bragging to others that she has a grown woman funding her lifestyle and she sees it as normal. I also think this is making her entitled to expect help from her friends and not her family and so called man.

So, since I had the displeasure of encountering one of these crazy entitled people firsthand, and I can think clearly now since I'm no longer in a lot of pain after having my wisdom teeth removed, I guess I'll drop it here. This happened about a week ago, on the 14th.

It was in the early afternoon. My mother (65F), my uncle (59M) and I (35M) were on our way to the store to pick up a few things for me (store name starts with a W. If you know, you know). I had my wisdom teeth removed 6 days earlier, the dentist that took them out never stitched me up, and I was restricted mostly to liquids and really soft foods till the holes closed up enough where I could start eating more normally again. I was out of things I could eat at home, so we made a grocery run after swinging by the dentist's office for my mother's checkup.

We pulled into the parking lot and grabbed our space in the handicapped section up front. There were two of those electric shopping carts right in front of the car by the signpost, just left there by other shoppers who'd long since took off. My mother and I got out and we each took one, my uncle stayed in the car to keep the AC going. As we were heading towards the entrance of the store, my mother was far enough ahead that she didn't hear it, but I heard a guy yelling behind us in the parking lot "Obesity ain't a disability! You lazy fat fucks have no business taking those chairs, you can fucking walk!", I turned and looked while we were still going, and there was this angry guy several parking spaces back, he was older than me, younger than my mother, and he looked kind of like a very scroungy Chumlee (just to give you a visual), and he walked with a slight limp. As my mother and I entered the store, I heard him shooting off his mouth again at some random guy in the parking lot about us, having a hissy fit about my mother and I taking the electric carts.

Now, for some context, yes, my mother and I are both obese, but we're are also legally declared disabled for different reasons, and we have a handicap placard in our car. My mother used to work at Safeway as a fuel attendant years back, and in 2007 while my mother was at work, she got ran over by a elderly customer that wasn't paying attention and then drove off, which fucked up my mother's hip and lower back, she's also got problems with her knees from years of various falls, along with arthritis setting in multiple places. My mother has had to walk with a cane ever since, and she cannot stand long or walk long distances anymore. She can't walk an entire grocery store even with her cane, and needs one of those carts in order to get through her shopping.

As for myself, I have severe lymphedema in both my legs, venous stasis, lower back issues caused from falling down a flight of icy stairs years ago, and I also have starting of arthritis in the lower back. I lose feeling in my legs after standing longer than 15 minutes before they give out and I fall down, then I can't get up again without help. Plus, I have learning disabilities and chronic mental health issues.

Both of us are disabled, and it's not specifically because of our weight, it's because of other reasons. As much as we want to lose the weight and we struggle with it, we can't do it with ordinary diet and exercise. My mother for obvious reasons can't, and on top of my own issues I have severe asthma that prevents me from strenuous activity, my inhalers barely take the edge off. We are both looking into alternative means to get rid of the weight, like Zepbound. But we're getting slightly off topic here. The point of the matter is this asshole sees two people with a weight problem, and instead of realizing like a decent human being that there's some disabilities you can't see, he decides to verbally attack and later harass us, more on that in a minute. My mother's neon pink cane was even visible in the cart's basket, which the loudmouth "conveniently" missed.

Now mind you, I was in pain and couldn't speak, and was discouraged from talking by the dentist, so inside the store I had to use creative means to tell my mother that something was up when i got the chance to. Meanwhile, after the rant in the parking lot, the guy decided to come in the store, grabbed a regular shopping cart and started stalking my mother and I through the store while acting like he was just there to shop. Wherever my mother and I went, no matter the aisle, produce, canned goods, pet food, he was there glaring at us and following us around while making snide comments and grabbing random items off the shelves and aggressively putting them into his cart. It was obvious he was stalking us around the store, my mother didn't notice right away.

When we finally got over to the frozen foods, I managed to tell my mother about what was going on after I got her to give me a pen and paper from her purse to write shit down. I told her what the guy said out in the parking lot, his little rage fit, him stalking us and his menacing behavior. My mother went over and confronted him with her cane in hand, asking if he had a problem and he got aggressive towards her "Yeah, I do got a fucking problem, bitch! Obesity isn't a disability, you lazy fat fucks can walk!" Completely dismissing that my mother was holding a cane in her hand. Kind of surprised my mother didn't whack him with it, repeatedly. But I imagine had he moved one step closer she would've.

When it was time to checkout, my mother got in line and told me to go out to the car and tell my uncle what was going on. So I parked the cart and went out and showed him the paper I wrote on, and my uncle went inside looking for the guy. When he went in there and confronted the guy at the checkout line, a fight almost broke out. I wasn't present for it, I'd stayed in the car because my face was throbbing at this point from being stressed out. My mother told me it was a loud shouting match with my uncle in that guy's face, and the guy was not backing down. My uncle got escorted from the store by 4 different managers to our car, where my uncle informed them of the guy's behavior and that he'd went inside to confront the guy because we felt threatened by his behavior. Luckily he didn't get banned, but the other guy did, especially after he'd checked out and came out into the parking lot starting more shit near where we were parked with the managers standing there.

Some people just have no couth. Especially the entitled ones. Hope getting banned from that store was worth being an asshole over. smh

Edit: Since a few users have issue with a few things, I'll clear them up here.

First, the store had 10 electric carts, not 2 or 3. Just because the stores you've been to only had that amount of electric carts doesn't mean all stores carry the same amount everywhere, plus there were other carts inside the store waiting to be used in the charging area, there was no excuse why the guy couldn't have grabbed another one for himself, he was choosing to be a dick.

Second, my uncle didn't go in instead of me, because he didn't feel like going in, simple as that. He also has diabetes, and often prefers to remain in the car, and he wasn't feeling the greatest that day, and since my mother can't drive anymore, he takes us on grocery runs, he's our only method of transportation. He only went inside after learning we were being threatened.

Third, my mother needs help with things, I've already stated the reasons why that is, and since my uncle who's not "able-bodied" like someone sarcastically pointed out, and he wasn't feeling well enough to go inside and walk the entire store helping her shop, I went inside to help her even though I have issues myself, my mother needs help. The fact that a couple other users have a problem with a mother and her kid going in the store together, and that they both need motorized carts, it baffles me. If you've got a problem with a son helping his mother who's got physical challenges, and that son has disabilities of his own where he needs a powered cart himself, then maybe you need to take a course on learning what empathy is.

Ik ben net met de trein in Amsterdam aangekomen. Ik stap uit en nam de roltrap, gewoon met de andere mensen die ook van de trein afkwamen.

Een bruine en een witte jongen stapten de roltrap op met een fiets, maar dat mag niet. Onderaan stonden 2 NS Handhaving te wachten. De witte werd niet tegengehouden, de bruine wel. Die 2 NS-mannen begonnen te zeggen dat hij een boete van €70,00 gaat krijgen.
Ik en nog een andere jongen (wij zijn allebei witte Nederlanders) zeiden er wat van.

Het is zó oneerlijk en ik dacht van: ik heb gezegd dat het discriminatie is en een beetje racistisch. Je laat de één gaan en de ander meteen erna geef je een bon, dat is niet goed. En die 2 NS-mannen riepen om extra hulp. Daar stonden we dan (ik, die andere jongen en die bruine man met de fiets).
Ik kreeg een grote discussie en maakte duidelijk dat het niet eerlijk is en dat het eruitziet als racisme. (een van hen zei dat de fiets van die witte jongen kleiner was, dus daarom lieten ze hem gaan)

Na 5 minuten zei één van de NS-mensen dat we allemaal weg mochten met een reprimande. Dus die bruine jongen kreeg geen boete (gelukkig).

Dit heeft me echt helemaal gek gemaakt. Racisme zien bij mensen die voor de NS werken maakte me zó boos.
Als het hier al begint, waar houdt het dan op als we er niet iets van zeggen?

(Actual school letter below)

School's letter Starting this fall, students are no longer allowed to sit on the grass or landscaped areas during lunch or between classes. According to the administration, they should instead use paved seating, the cafeteria, or indoor commons areas. They even specifically ask families not to bring blankets, picnic mats, or portable chairs.

This is honestly one of the most bizarre "solutions" I've seen. The lawns have always been where kids eat lunch, study, relax, or just get some fresh air between classes. Instead of addressing actual issues, they're telling teenagers they can't sit on... grass.

What's making this even more ironic is that just a couple of years ago our community voted to hire this principal over another finalist who faced backlash from some parents after publicly supporting a transgender student. Many families supported him because they believed his conservative values would bring "common sense" leadership to the school.

Fast forward to today, and the biggest controversy on campus is that students aren't allowed to sit on the lawn anymore.

Parents are furious. Local Facebook groups and email chains are filled with people calling for the principal to resign over what they see as yet another out-of-touch decision. Meanwhile, a lot of the students are planning to ignore the policy and hold a peaceful sit-in on the grass during lunch on the first day.

Never thought "kids sitting on grass" would become the hill a school administration chose to die on.

For the record, I don't know if my sister did this intentionally, at least at the beginning, as her narcissism often blinds her to her own manipulations of other people. But she just rolled with it when it happened, and let the bill fall on our parents.

My sister has a big SUV she bought some time ago. One of her tires was repeatedly going flat, and she wanted to get it fixed at a tire shop. This next part I sadly saw coming. Prior to this, I pointed out to my mother that my sister's tires might be so old that the tire shop would refuse to work on them. I was right...

My sister went to the tire shop, and there was some kind of confrontation, and then my sister disappeared for hours. My guess is they looked at the dates on her tires and told her there was no way. Well she went back to the shop the next day anyway, and they told her all her tires were so old that they were not only separating from the rim, but that resealing them was pointless, as they were completely unsafe to drive long distances. She was basically one drive away from a blowout. The SUV was deemed unsafe to drive, so my sister just told them to put new tires on, even though she didn't have the money.

Then the tire shop called my parents and told them they needed to put my sister's bill on their credit account because she'd given their names. $760 for four tires and labor. I happened to walk in their house after they'd found out. My dad's face was in his hands, and my mother was pissed. This reminds me of the time my sister needed one of her cats put down, and right after the vet put the cat down, she looked at me while sobbing and asked me to pay for it. This is how she operates. Makes it too late, and then someone has to pay. Fortunately, it's not something she's done often. At least that I'm aware of. I also made her pay me back for that vet bill, even though it took months. And she whined and griped at me about it. Though fat chance she's gonna repay our parents for the tires unless they make her.

Edit: Some seem to think this is fake. It's not. It's arguably sadder it's not fake. Some seem to think the prices for the tires is all wrong. It's Oregon prices, and they were likely the cheapest tires for my sister's SUV that shop had. My sister drives an early 2000s Chevy Suburban. I can't outright say the name of the shop in this post. But it's name sounds like Ses Lchwab (Just swap the first letters). That shop is also known for their lax credit policies. And I've heard stories of them trapping people for payment, or even claiming you need more work than you actually do, so they can make more money. They once trapped me till I bought a new car battery from them. My parents have told me several times that if I wanted to put something on their credit account there, then to just give their names at the counter. I've never done this. I've only ever paid for my own tires. And personally, I go to a different shop, Tiscount Dire, and they charged me nearly $400 for two rear tires for my previous truck, an old 98 F150. They were not the standard tires either. But a size up from the regulars since that was the size I bought the truck already driving on.

I was at my little sisters birthday party today and my older sister was talking about her husband taking her to New Jersey as a gift. I said “what’s in New Jersey?” and she said “EXACTLY”. (this poor guy was there hearing this)

and she just went on and on about ”New Jersey is boring” “I don’t want to go, I’d rather go to Florida or something”

bitch you guys are literally poor, be grateful he’s taking money out of his paycheck and has been saving for months just to take you. if I were him I’d cancel the whole thing. then she was like “a trip isn’t a birthday gift it’s like a party. you need gifts to go with it” oh please.

i’d break up with her if I were him. she’s always complaining and going “he said he’ll take care of me but he‘s not meeting my wants and needs” yada yada. and who’s fault is that? little miss “i want this, i want that, take me on vacation. I know we can’t afford groceries but I DESERVE a trip!”

she calls him a penny pincher when he’s literally a newbie in the army and she works minimum wage. plus they spend $600 a month on training for her service dog (that she doesn’t really need btw. she just found a loophole because he’s allergic to dogs. that’s a story for another time) and they’re in debt trying to pay off the dog because she was like $15k.

genuinely, how dare her?? Like actually who the fuck do you think you are

I don't know if I'm the only one who gets irritated this much, but let me share something with you.

In my class, I suddenly noticed a boy who was sitting two benches ahead of me on the opposite side. He kept acting so restless—constantly getting up, adjusting his clothes again and again, not just once or twice. Whenever a girl walked out of the classroom, he would immediately turn around and look at her. Then, whenever he heard the sound of the classroom door opening, he'd turn around again to see who was coming in. He kept doing this repeatedly. Every time a girl went out or came back in, he'd stare.

It wasn't even my business, but since he was sitting right in front of me, I couldn't ignore it. The teacher was standing at the front too, so whenever I looked ahead to listen to the lecture, that boy was in my line of sight, and I kept noticing all of his behavior. It was getting on my nerves. Thankfully, he was two benches ahead on the opposite side, so I somehow endured it.

But today, it was way too much.

What happened was, he sat on the same side as me, but with one bench in between us. So the seating was like this: I was sitting on one bench with my friend, the girl was sitting on the bench directly in front of us, and the boy was sitting on the bench directly in front of her.As soon as the class started, they also started talking, laughing, and playfully hitting each other over and over again. The class lasted for 2 hours and 30 minutes, and throughout the entire lecture, they kept making noise. Everyone on our bench was disturbed. We could barely hear what the teacher was saying. My ears started hurting, my head started aching, and I was so annoyed watching their childish behavior.

Seriously, what is wrong with some people? If you want to talk and joke around, why do it while the class is going on? Why keep chatting, laughing, and creating noise when everyone else is trying to study? It completely ruins the classroom environment.

I'm so frustrated.

Germany's equivalent of the US Congress is made up of blocs of political party gangs. Each bloc elects its own leader, and the boss of the biggest bloc is as powerful as a House Speaker/Senate President Pro Temp, or possibly majority leader. Front and center in the media's eye, extremely influential and powerful. Everybody is watching with a microscope, ready to pounce.

Until the other day, this position was held by Jens Spahn.

There is a law that strictly prohibits surrogacy. Jens has supported and argued in favor of the bill his entire career. As Health Minister he actively enforced it. InnFebruary of this year he helped defeat an attempt to repeal the law, vigorously defending it

He forgot to mention that while he was fighting to keep surrogacy illegal in Germany he had a 6-7 month bun baking in an American oven

He recently announced his child to the world and was called out on his hypocrisy before the microphones were shut off.

The German Chancellor, a close personal friend and mostly ride or die polit8cal ally immediately asked him to resign the leadership post so the he didn't have to deal with that mess, which Jan's did.

On his way out the door he made the following statements

​"The gap between my personal decision to have a child through surrogacy and the understandable expectations placed on me as the leader of the CDU/CSU parliamentary group turned out to be greater than I had anticipated."

​"Over the past few days, I have come to realize that my personal happiness — starting a family with my husband and becoming a father — is incompatible with my political office."

His allies are quick to assure people that he still supports the ban:

"Jens Spahn does not, as a matter of principle, derive [political demands from his private life]... Spahn is not seeking to change the legal situation in Germany." His disapproval of "rented wombs" still stands.

And, he argues that since he did everything in the US German laws do not apply.

(background on the law, the surrogate can't be punished, only the doctor and the agencies involved in arranging for the surrogate and payment)

The Cast:

Dingus: My ex-brother-in-law. A serial cheater, verbally abusive, and prefers playing "fun uncle" over being an actual dad.

Jen: My saint of a sister-in-law.

Buddy: Dingus's small dog.

The Background:

Jen and Dingus separated a couple of years ago. He cheated before, during, and after her pregnancy, was verbally abusive, and was never a present parent. Even now, his own parents do the heavy lifting when he has custody.

He loves to posture to the world as a devoted family man and pet owner, but he doesn't do any actual work.

In fact, when they were married, Jen was the one who did the vast majority of Buddy's care anyway.

The Incident:

Recently, Buddy started having accidents and peeing inside more often. Part of the issue is most likely he is getting on in years. Instead of taking him to a vet or managing the issue, Dingus decided he just "didn't want to deal with it." His solution was to banish Buddy to be an outdoor-only dog.

Buddy has spent his entire life indoors. He is a small dog, and he was miserable.

Jen has been watching Buddy recently and found out about this. She refused to let Buddy suffer, so she is planning to keep him permanently. She has a vet appointment scheduled and got some diapers for Buddy to wear.

She doesn't expect Dingus to put up a fuss. In fact, this arrangement fits his entitlement perfectly. He completely escapes the daily chore of pet ownership. He doesn't have to clean up after Buddy anymore.He still gets to see Buddy and can keep posting pictures on social media to pretend he is a loving dog dad.

It is the exact same playbook he uses with his own kids. He gets all the social media credit, while Jen takes on 100% of the labor, care, and cost.

Hey guys, I'm back again with more nonsense from the tattoo emporium. For anyone remembers and would like an update on my last post - no, she didnt return... Thankful Lee... *ba-dum-tiss* 🥁

Anyways, its Saturday, we're fairly busy. I had a couple people behind me in booths being worked on, 2 or 3 people just kinda milling about the front looking at the flash display, and one man standing directly in front of me but slightly to the left as to not block other customers from approaching me. We like him. He has manners while he waits on his artist. I've been pulling several double shifts this week bc again I'm not an asshole boss who lacks empathy , but the weirdo shit ALWAYS HAPPENS ON A DOUBLE...

In walks what I say is a kid... 18- 20 yrs old Id guess...shaggy mullet, black t , and comically large JNCO jean shorts. He makes a straight line to me from the door.

- Him : "Do you have any painkillers?"

- Me : "😳😳 Im sorry, what? "

- Him : "Painkillers...."

- Me : [thinking this is a language barrier or incorrect translation] "Do you mean numbing cream?" [which contains lidocaine, hence me thinking this is an incorrect translation]

- Him : "No."

Just BEWILDERED & BEFUDDLED AS ABSOLUTE FUUUUCK I turn and look at the other guy who's been standing like 2 feet away the whole time and ask him "Bro, am I fucking hallucinating? "

And he's just standing there just as fuckin shocked and bewildered as I am...and he replies "no...no, he said that" ... 😳😳 <- (both of us at this point)

I look back at this fuckin weirdo in front of me...

Me : "Bro...are you fucking deadass right now? Is this the fucking twilight zone? ....No, I don't!.... what the fuck are you thinking?"

Him : "oh, ok then" and walks out.

Its worth mentioning that I've been in long term recovery from fent for years at this point. Long enough that I'm not even on MAT anymore. So this really kinda fucked with my head for a minute.

Did I call security? No. And here's why... my shop is located inside a multi-story mall. My city is currently under military occupation. They have ICE agents hidden amongst them, and they are permanently on patrol here along with city police officers & a k9 unit.... and that kid was Hispanic.

Was it true addiction that made him act so bold and entitled? Or was it a dumb kid who thought they were being funny? Idk. But ...yikes on bikes. I gotta stop pulling doubles.

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The most frustrating thing ever happened to us today. We went to the temple for the aarti, and there was also a small play area with slides and swings. We went to sit on an empty swing. Just as we sat down, two boys came. The swing had two bench-like seats, so my friend sat on one side with one boy, and I sat on the other side with the other boy.

There was also a little kid hanging behind us and playing, which was already making the swing move. Then another guy started pushing the swing really hard from the front. I told him, "Dai, please don't push it so hard, please." But he acted as if he didn't hear me. Then I realized these people weren't going to listen anyway, so I didn't feel like wasting my words on them. I somehow hid my fear and just stayed quiet.

After that, the guy started recording us. I noticed it once, then he stopped filming. But after a minute, I saw that he had started recording us again. I had no idea what to do because something like this had never happened to me before. I looked at him for a moment and thought about saying, "You can't record someone without their consent.* But the swing was moving so much that my voice wouldn't even have reached him. Then, after a while, he stopped recording. As soon as the swing slowed down, we quickly got off and went somewhere else to play.

After that, I kept thinking that maybe I should have slapped them twice instead of staying quiet. They laughed and made fun of us. Ugh... boys... They were probably around our age too. Right now, my mind is so frustrated. I feel like if I ever meet them again, I'll take off my slipper and hit them, and at least make them delete that video. I'll definitely make them delete it. How can someone record people without their consent? And on top of that, when I politely asked him not to push the swing so hard, he completely ignored me. What kind of people are they?

Well this was the time I went out with my friend on scooty and we didn't know that the place was a non parking area and just a step in front of it the bikes were parked and it was the parking area , a litreral one step ahead and ours was outside of it Not on the road and not on the parking area it was in middle and there were other bikes too.

We are very cautious about these things that we should not break any rules but we unknowingly broke it.

And we visit this place many many times and we park our vehicle in the exact place but this never happened.

And worst happened and out of nowhere our vehicle was towed and we ran out we requested them (tried to make them understand that we were unaware )but eventually we were on the wrong side so we gave in and asked what is the fine , they first said 1200 something we were shocked and we reacted "this much?!!" And he instantly reduced the fine to 1000 and said pay it by cash

We were shocked like this was happening for the first time with us this was feeling so illegal and bad we couldn't even complain because we were on the wrong side. As a student paying this much is too much. But the way he reduced the amount and asked for cash was very shocking for me, my blood was boiling but my friend said if we go against this he will charge more so instead we will pay him less in cash , the cash that he will take illegally.

For a moment I felt like I will pay it online on the legal QR code even though it was more

But situation comes in I was not able to afford it

And this is how we paid him the lesser amount and got our vehicle back. And I became corrupt.

I am so disturbed by this incident i don't know what to think.

I had a set of outdoor tables that were very sturdy but sun bleached. I decided to replace them this year and instead of hauling the old ones off to the dump I put them for free on FB marketplace.

I took lots of pictures showing the exact condition of each table and detailed descriptions about their condition so its not like I was trying to pass them off as new. They were all still very sturdy. And the price of each was free.

I got the usual scammer replies offering me a lot of money using a cash app and having a 3rd party pick them up. Those never bother me because they are expected. The ones that bothered me were:

Can you get some spray paint the revive them before I pick them up? They look terrible and I won't have the time to spray paint them myself.

I need these for a program I run. I'll give you my address and you can deliver them.

These are very sun bleached. Do you have some that aren't?

You need to hold there for me while I make arrangements to have someone pick them up. I'll get back to you in a week or so unless you want to deliver them to me.

I'd love to take these. Give me $20 toward my time and gas and I'll pick them up.

A lady came and got them to use in her farmstand so they went to a good home instead of the dump.

Did I mention they were free?

SALINE TWP., MI — A rural township board grappling with pushback over the controversial “The Barn” hyperscale data center has made a major change to its approval of a tax break for the $43 billion project in order to avoid another lawsuit.

Earlier this week, the Saline Township Board of Trustees had approved a smaller-than-requested property tax abatement, capping the data center’s valuation at a previous estimate of $4.8 billion for the purposes of the tax abatement.

The controversial hyperscale data center is already under construction for Oracle, a cloud computing giant, and OpenAI, the creator of ChatGPT, off West Michigan Avenue in the township south of Ann Arbor.

Changing course, the township board voted 5-0 at a special meeting Friday, July 17, to amend its approval of an Industrial Facilities Exemption Certificate, or IFEC, for Oracle America Cloud Services LLC.

The township removed mention of the $4.8 billion valuation cap from their approval of the IFEC.

That change came after David Landry, one of the township’s attorneys, advised them to do so to avoid another lawsuit. He warned of potential damages and the loss of protections for the township included in a court-ordered consent judgment that settled a previous lawsuit filed against the township.

From mlive.com in an msn feed, direct link is paywalled but lots of other spurces are picking it up.

A job posting in our local area:

(ETA: For clarity, this post was made by a woman)

Job description
Personal Assistant needed
PART-TIME 21 hours per week
$190/weekly

Housing is available for assistant during working days only (Monday-Wednesday) $110/weekly

Hello my name is [REDACTED], I am 35 years young, born in [REDACTED], raised in [REDACTED] area, and just recently moved to [REDACTED] area about a year ago. I have a good size 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment home on the first floor that this position will work out from. I’m looking for a wonderful personal assistant that can help with daily tasks. Here are just some of the basic and main tasks that are required.

•DAILY cleaning & WEEKLY deep clean of entire apartment (floors, dusting, taking out the trash, laundry, washing, drying , hanging, folding, restrooms, dishes, wiping counters ect.)

•Cooking/ preparing meals 3 times a day for myself as well as yoursel, baking, seasoning, pre prep meals, cooked meals for the week ect.

•Errands (grocery shopping, packing packages, delivery packages, and mail, ect)

• Planning and Scheduling in advance, reminders, keeping up with my daily, weekly, monthly life. Together we will communicate how, what, when, where when I have hired on my assistant.

• In charge of calls and phone, taking messages, managing appointments, ect.

• This personal assistant will literally be my right hand man/ woman. You will be my personal driver at times.

These are just some of the tasks that are required, very basic tasks but more to come as you get familiar and better with each task.

Requirements-
-Enjoys working from a home type of environment (my apartment home)
-Must be able to read, write, speak English.
-Drivers License that is NOT expired for full filling personal driver duty.
-Handyman skills for basic at home tasks
-Communication skills with myself as well as with others over the phone and in person.
-Able to retain information quickly
-Thinks outside of the box
-Tech Savvy
-Fast learner
-Quick on your feet
-Multi-tasker
-Okay with sudden change of plans
-A great amount of patience
-Nurturing and caring personality
-Conversational
-Love’s completing tasks daily
-Loves to learn
-Loves to listen
-Loves to plan
-Okay with working solo- you will have your own working space in my apartment.

A coworker had the whole package. Hot, smart, enough money to keep the new Audis and BMWs coming year after year, and she knew it, and let it define her vision of her worth and what the world owed her.

Oh, just a word of wisdom not specific to her but to anybody who thinks they have the right to get away with things, your IT depsrtment knows. Not through snooping - IT doesn't care enough to monitor specific people without a written order from HR, the director or higher, but when the company has a covid related travel ban in place and the security suite starts flagging weird logins from cruise ships, luxury beach resorts or foreign countries, IT knows. No, IT doesn't care enough to narcissistic, but be nice to those who know your secrets, and never treat them poorly. The speed of your next laptop refresh or how quickly they nicely respond to a problem you caused might be influenced.

Anyhow, this person went on a luxury beach trip and came back swearing that she had met "the one," he was taking her to Europe and the morning after they met she was having her eggs frozen so they could have kids when they were ready. OK, uh, not sure why everybody needs that kind of detail, especially people who aren't friends, but people going to weird I guess.

Six months later in yet another public conversation somebody asked her how things were going with her millionaire love of her life, to which she responded

"I think I'm worth more than what he offers me, shouldn't I get everything I deserve? I'm keeping him in my hip pocket for awhile in case I find somebody better, and he gives the most awesome gifts. He just paid the down payment on my new house."

This from the person who said that if a restaurant didn't want their wrought iron landscaping elements to not be stolen they should have bolted them down. Then put them in plain view in her yard because they were too nice to be wasted at a shopping complex.

My son's MIL had the brass balls to actually steal the food from the buffet table at my husband's Celebration of Life. The caterers had brought out to-go boxes so that I could take the food home with me as I was the one paying for it. As the event was winding down, I did not see that she had loaded up the remaining food and instructed her husband to carry out a tall stack of to-go boxes. It was so disrespectful and rude that I cannot get past this. Who in their right mind takes food home with them after a funeral - and without asking permission or being invited to do so? Also there was an open bar and she had the nerve to order herself an entire bottle of champagne. Calling her an opportunist is one of the nicer things I can say about her. I told my son and his wife that she will no longer be invited to my home. How would you have handled this type of entitled behavior?

For some context, we have had numerous issues in the past because of him parking his Escalade on my part of the grass. I've told him many times to please stop as it leaves tire marks and kills the grass. Yesterday I came home from work only to find that he had yet again parked on my side of the grass.

I had just let my dog out to do her business, and in a fit of rage I took my garden shovel, scooped the poop and flung it into his conveniently open sunroof. Some of it definitely got onto the white leather interior, and looking back at my actions I feel like I went too far.

This morning he came pounding on my door to confront me about this, but if course I denied all of the accusations. My brother thinks this was justified, but other family members think I'm a complete asshole. AITA?