How old are you? A lot of this is a youth phenomenon. Shit I was out of college before the internet existed. I can’t possibly relate to 13 and 14yo kids getting their first phones now. Maybe they do care about the green bubble.
How old are you? A lot of this is a youth phenomenon. Shit I was out of college before the internet existed. I can’t possibly relate to 13 and 14yo kids getting their first phones now. Maybe they do care about the green bubble.
Religion. The all-time champion, no contest, just as George Carlin said:
“For here or to go?”
They ask this because the tax is different. Yep. You get taxed more if you eat it there. Why? Fuck if I know.
Massage school. They say they’re teaching you a trade and will help with job placement but there is a glut of graduates and not enough jobs for them. Yet the school keeps signing up new students because that’s how they make money.
The real purpose of profit is to incentivize investment. Without starting liquidity, industry and business can’t get off the ground.
A good point or two in there, but totally drowned out by bitterness and projection. “Hey big city libruls! Don’t reduce people to stereotypes!” I mean facking LOL.
I also like the part about “hey city people! no one else likes you” when 80%, and rising, of Americans live in cities.
These guys are constantly telegraphing to the world that they are rabid, crazy sex perverts who cannot be controlled (so therefore all temptation must be removed). I wonder if they realize how much they are telling everyone about themselves and their dirty, dirty little minds.
Thanos much?
I appreciate the sentiment but that really would ruin life for the rest of us as the world economy and all industries crashed.
I don’t wear glasses full time, just sunglasses and reading glasses, but they’re really hard to make compatible with masks. Fogging up sounds like an inconvenience but you basically can’t see within seconds. I wonder if a lot of people opted for contacts or lasik during this period to help compensate. Regardless, yes, masks on flights just make sense. It’s a huge number of strangers in a very close space and not something you need to do every day. You’re not exercising or socializing or moving about in public so why not just mask up and sit tight.
reduce
Sadly, a huge portion of the American public don’t have this word in their vocabulary. Masks and vaccines either eliminate all risk, and “work” or don’t completely eliminate all risk and therefore “don’t work.”
This lower ape thinking inflicted so much unnecessary death and suffering here.
Sold it 5 years ago for somewhere in the 700s. So ultimately it turned out okay. But there was an extremely awkward period where I had to move out and would have sold if it wasn’t underwater. I wound up becoming a landlord for several years which I wouldn’t have chosen and felt pretty scummy but it did save me in the long run.
Yep. Bought a residence for $500k and two years later it was worth $330K.
“Get into the housing market while you can.”
My brother, mid 2005.
Rolled up to the front desk of the Paris hotel in Las Vegas. Chaotic lines and staff were doing nothing to organize it. Finally got someone to help me. Nope, they don’t have my reservation. Here’s my confirmation number and everything. “Nope! Don’t have it. You can call your travel service,” she said. I asked her to try again on a variation of my name and then she found it. “You should have said that the first time!” she complained.
Every step in the checkin took 5 minutes to complete. Twice she just wandered away from the desk and started talking to someone else, making me wonder what the hell was going on and if I would get checked in. Finally I get my key card, schlep up to the room, and it doesn’t work. I schlep back down and walk straight up to counter where this woman was, bypassing the line, like you do. “Back of the line!” she said. I tried to explain that she had made an error with the keycard. “Back of the line, please sir!”
So I waited in line again. Then I rolled up to the desk. She said “You look like you want to kill me! It’s not my fault!” I said did I say anything? Did I blame you? “That expression on your face! You look like you want to kill me!” she repeated.
At this point I leaned over to read her name off her tag and began writing it down, intending to have a conversation with the manager later. “Yes! You can take my name! And I will take your name!” And she made a big show of ripping off a piece of paper and writing my name on it, copying from her computer screen.
Somehow in all this I took possession of another key card which finally worked. What a shitshow. Took two visits to even find a manager to complain to, and when I did he just nodded and nodded, staring into the distance like he was dead inside and couldn’t possibly give a shit.
If the stereotype about rude service in France is true, they sure were authentic! (It’s not true by the way. I’ve visited three times and never had a moment’s trouble).