That's not far off for some of us. That's about 25 bucks a month, and until about 2 years ago I was making just enough to have about 30 bucks left over at the end of the month that I didn't spend on bills or food. Then I did fairly well for about 2 years, with about 200 bucks a month left over... Then my mom passed away 2 months ago, and since my job was being her caregiver, I'm now jobless. :/ life sucks

I can't find a source right now, because I just woke up and I don't want to, so (Trust Me Bro, et al, 2024) but there's a chance that quote is actually about Nazis!

A lot of French people referred to them as "the others" and would often speak sort of semi-codedly about them in writing and such so as not to piss off their new overlords. So that line may well not have been "I'm such an introvert that being around other humans is like being in hell" but instead "hell has delivered itself to my doorstep in the form of goose-stepping bastards"

I've seen grocery stores with digital price thingies on the shelf in front of the items before. They'll probably switch to that it it ever became a legal issue. Some people, not me, would suggest, though I would never, that breaking those and shoplifting would be good and ethical responses to such activity. In theory. I'd never suggest that, though. All that businesses do is good, and a hundred quantbrillion lifted out of poverty and blah blah blah flag waving gif

Oh this is just fucking fantastic

I think their point is that even in situations that able bodied people might consider to have "ample seating," it may not be enough for those with disabilities. 3 minutes of walking between benches, I'd say, would probably be considered pretty ample seating by most city planners. It would be no where near enough for my dad, or for my mom before she went full time in the wheelchair. One solution to this could be something along the lines of the little carts they have at Walmart, but like, owned by the city and able to be checked out for free, combined with some people with mobility issues actually getting a say in how the city is planned out, and where the ramps and stuff are for the sidewalks.

Take some warm clothes, hang out in a walk in fridge at the the food court. Easiest however much they're paying me for this I've ever made.

Well... The world is a lie.

Is there a double meaning here I'm not aware of? That does just straight up say anals, right?

My dachshunds do it, and it is very disturbing to wake up to them 3 inches from my face, making out with each other aggressively, as if to say "that's right. You're still single, bitch"

Placeholder comment because I need to go back to sleep. Someone remind me and I'll tell y'all about rescuing my brother from a maybe kidnapping in Mexico.

Okay, so, me and my brother visited Mexico. It was a fairly small town, not a major place like Cancun. Had an amazing time. Ended up meeting these two bartenders that we became friends with. Their boss, who legit made everyone he met call him El Jefe, would come by and steal their tips and get drunk. We were there for a week. On the last night, I'm on the other side of the town (10 minute walk away) trying to seal the deal with this dude I'd met, and my brother was at the little bar hanging with our bartender friends. I get a call from him, panicked, as he whisper yells that El Jefe asked him to come with him to another bar he owns. He's in the car, El Jefe is flying down the street, he's doing cocaine off the dash. Please come get him at this other bar. He sends me one of those location pins that update in real time.

I tell dude that I'll help him finish later, and take off to rescue my brother. He's only like 5 minutes away, and has stopped moving. I go into the club, and start looking for him, but he's not there. I'm asking folks if they've seen him, and trying to get closer to his pin. Finally, I find his phone, there's some random ass dude who has it, and when I tell him I'm gonna need that phone, he tries to act like it's his. I explain to him it's my brother's. He acts like he's gonna swing at me, so I drop El Jefe's name. That, combined with the fact that he's 5'nothing and I'm 6'3 and near 300 pounds convinced him of the error of his ways. He gave me the phone, and I moved on in my search. I talked to the bartender, who explained that El Jefe had been there a few minutes ago, and had left some coke for me because my brother told him I was meeting them there (neither I nor my brother do coke). I asked could he tell me where they were headed. He gave me an address about a mile away. I took off.

I arrive at the house, by this point it is nearly 2 in the morning. It looks like just a house, but the lights are on so I knock on the door. I am greeted by a woman with the largest breasts I have ever seen in real life. They're enormous. And she's topless. Now, I don't speak Spanish. I know enough to ask where the bathrooms are, and (I smokes at the time) where I could smoke at. Other than that, it was Google translate and gesturing for me.

However, I did not need Spanish to understand that this woman was a prostitute, and was very keen on the young American in front of her (or, at least his wallet). I tried to explain I'm trying to find my brother, but she wasn't having it. Grabbing at my crotch, trying to pull me into one of the bedrooms off the (very nicely decorated for a brothel) living room. As my actions at this moment were less Liam Neeson and more Jerry Stiller, I decided to just come clean with her with one of the only Spanish words I knew "yo soy Mariposa!"

Now, I know that's a slur, and I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. But at the time, it was the only thing I could think of. An hour before hand, the phrase had been... Relevant.

It was like a magic spell. Her entire attitude changed, and she was finally able to listen to my words. Once we cobbled together enough Spanglish to understand each other, I gave her the coke from the club as a thanks, and headed off to find my brother where she told me El Jefe had taken him next.

I arrive back at the night club I'd gotten the coke from, and I see El Jefe's car this time. It's parked in an alley behind the club, against an outdoor stair case. I go up the stairs and open the door to a private little fucking rave on the top floor of the club. They've got their own bar up here, and if I remember correctly, you can't get from one floor to the other from within the club.

I see them at last! My brother looks mortified, trying to get to the entrance, and keeps getting pulled back by El jefe, and El jefe dancing with fucking scar face levels of coke on his face. It's insane. I go up to them, and El jefe is all excited to see me, asks if I want some more coke, do I wanna party, he has a pretty boy all picked out for me if I want.

I tell him no thanks, we've gotta go. He gets pissy and says I'm being rude, stay and party. I tell him we're leaving, and before I can react, he swings at me in all hiscoke fueled glory, completely missing me by a country mile. I stand up and tower over this man and explain we have a plane to catch in the morning. He finally let us go, and we head out.

Our plane the next day was delayed, so we ended up spending two more days there. In that time, El Jefe apologized for swinging at me, and gave us a tour of some of the apartments he rents.

We still keep in touch on Whatsapp, and he invites us to his enormous birthday party every year. He also says he'll rent me an apartment there if I want to do private security for him. He talks to my brother more than me, though. He really liked him, and he calls me El Gigante. He really, really wants us both to come work for him. From what I gather, he basically runs the entire town we were in.

My grandfather had this, and had it corrected in his 40s, iirc. Before my time by a country mile, but my mom has talked about it. He did not regret it, but that's as much as I know.

When I was a kid that little flap of skin would get stuck between my front bottom teeth and it hurt like hell. They basically touched it with a razor just enough to draw blood and it lengthened it enough not to happen anymore. Like, the tiniest, tiniest cut. I doubt that's helpful, but thought I'd share.

... does that work? Because I'm halfway through a degree here, and honestly, if that works...