Oof this hits home. I grew up on a ranch and always kinda resented having to work my whole childhood while other kids got to screw around but… being in a dish pit every day… I think I feel better now. Stay strong fellow child laborer💪
Are people (or some other creatures) wearing little vests that say unemployed? Or maybe this is a LinkedIn #opentowork thing? Please tell me people aren’t walking around wearing #opentowork vests IRL
Smart servers just put the check and the card between the people if it’s not obvious who’s paying. I’m a great test case for this because my spouse and I both happen to have first names that could belong to a man or a woman.
It’s pretty much random which one of us pays because we pool our money anyway.
Often they drop the bill in the little book and we stick the card in the end of it and put it back on the end of the table, they come by, run the card and then come back….
you can see the fear in their eyes sometimes, like “oh shit. This could be either one of them… 50/50 chance I annoy the one who’s writing the tip”.
We’ve both worked service industry so we don’t care at all and tip well either way but it’s pretty funny to see the realization sometimes.
Oh and, if it’s two people on a date (not a boring old married couple like us eating dinner) and there’s only one bill… 9/10 it’s the guy paying.
Nice that it worked out but deception and playing games would be a huge red flag for me. Nothing about that instance in particular, it’s just that I’d always wonder “is this situation for real or another trick?”
Maybe the immediate followup fixes it. You were strangers then after all. And after eight years of course you know what you’re working with haha
I thought the same thing about 3 until I realized that I’m more than 7 inches tall/wide/deep, so I can’t actually pass through anything, just get horribly mangled when I make it halfway through the door.
Now here’s the million dollar question:
how many times per second can I teleport?
Because if I can teleport at let’s say 1khz… now we’re talking
I don’t personally understand the desire to do this beyond “it’s the principle damnit” or doing illegal stuff but if you really want your phone to not be tracked then just use a verified faraday bag. Or make one yourself if you’re poor and then validate it yourself.
Oh man, up until this comment, I followed along the whole time like “nope, nothing weird here at all.” You’re both adults and get lonely or bored from time to time. Hang out and see if maybe each other’s company helps with that. Not creepy at all.
But the thought of your daughter hanging out with her friend and all of a sudden saying “hey, you know what? You should date my dad! I’ll set you guys up”
…it’s just wildly unexpected for some reason 😂
Like, I don’t care who my mom dates but I am NOT gonna try and hook her up with one of my friends
As an aside: I’m gonna say the simple “perspective shifted so far that it’s unrecognizable to the untrained eye” counts as an illusion, because the first time I saw one, I was indeed tricked.
In addition to the previous gravy comments, namely that you absolutely must use some crumbly sausage textured protein and the associated fat, I’ve got something else to mention.
Perfect crumbly biscuits are so good and also so tricky to make, that I feel like there’s a slim chance you nailed it the first time, so keep trying.
I struggle to nail it and I’ve been attempting on and off for decades. What makes it difficult is:
if you over-work them (stirring more than ~12 times) and the ingredients become homogenous, the texture is ruined.
They’re still edible but nothing like the real deal.
If the ingredients get warm then the butter will melt and once again ruin the texture.
If you cut the biscuits wrong (e.g. twisting) the sides will “smear” together and they won’t rise right, ruining the texture again.
A perfect (buttermilk/crumbly) biscuit should be fluffy, crumbly, golden brown on the outside, white on the inside and have 10-20 little yellow butter “pearls” dispersed throughout it, something like tiny blueberries in a blueberry muffin.
Even knowing all that, I still find myself failing often and chasing that 5-10% of times when they came out perfect. That said, I’m shit at baking bread for some reason, just cursed it seems. Other people (grandmas notably) can just fucking nail it every time.
The gravy should be pretty easy: start with a generous amount of fat, lightly brown a little flour to make a slurry, add milk little by little until it’s thick like a chowder, add black pepper and “sausage” crumbles. You can always add more milk, NEVER ADD MORE FAT
I was really surprised to see that they had four points, in a row, with consistent formatting. I went back to double check because I was sure that it’d be missing point three or something. This SovCit is oddly competent.
That sucks.
I don’t know if this is a thing anymore but “back in my day” your friends/family/coworkers/roommates would try to hook you up with other people that they know are single and might be a good match. Especially the older ladies in your life, that was like their mission in life. Aside from that, you might ask someone who runs in overlapping circles that you’ve seen a few times if they want to get coffee or lunch.
The closest thing to Tinder-type dating would have been “cruising” on a Friday and Saturday night, driving up and down the Main Street of your town, hanging out in parking lots to talk and make plans for the night. Even then, you would ask “where do/did you go to school” and “do you know ____” “are you related to” type questions to establish your “degrees of Kevin Bacon” relationship in the social network.
So there was no need to date total strangers. That would be considered kinda weird and suspicious, which is why online dating was heavily stigmatized in the late 90’s/early 2000’s. I went on a few match.com and eharmony dates but kept it secret, telling only my closest friends, out of shame. They thought I was crazy, meeting up with strangers like that.
A few horny guys would try to chat up every random stranger and it occasionally paid off for them, but that wasn’t really normal behavior.
I think we’re all more mobile now, moving from city to city for work, so those networks are probably shattered for most people.
I feel so incredibly lucky that I dodged the dating app bullet, it seems awful for guys to try and compete in that space. And for women, having creepy dudes be creepy with no repercussions, with no way to tell their mother/aunt/sister to smack some sense into them… not great.
There are plenty of tiny coffee places (and other small businesses) near me where the owner is there all day, every day with just one or two employees. You’ll get to know them if you want to. You might also bump into them around town. If they suck, patronize a different place.
Theoretically, most of the money that I spend there stays in town, helping to keep other businesses and families going. They probably sponsor the local animal shelter or little league team. I like that.
I’ve worked in small businesses and corporate America. In my experience corporate America always sucks, small business only sometimes suck. I don’t like supporting large corporations and especially not their admin and C-suite. Those vampires are why the wealth gap is growing so quickly.
Corporate food is boring.
Some people argue that all of the transportation involved in moving around product and people for multi-national corporations is worse for the environment. I don’t care about that personally but it seems like a reasonable conclusion.
Oof this hits home. I grew up on a ranch and always kinda resented having to work my whole childhood while other kids got to screw around but… being in a dish pit every day… I think I feel better now. Stay strong fellow child laborer💪
Lol thank you! I feel so dumb
Are people (or some other creatures) wearing little vests that say unemployed? Or maybe this is a LinkedIn #opentowork thing? Please tell me people aren’t walking around wearing #opentowork vests IRL
Or maybe this is a panhandling sign thing?
Smart servers just put the check and the card between the people if it’s not obvious who’s paying. I’m a great test case for this because my spouse and I both happen to have first names that could belong to a man or a woman.
It’s pretty much random which one of us pays because we pool our money anyway.
Often they drop the bill in the little book and we stick the card in the end of it and put it back on the end of the table, they come by, run the card and then come back….
you can see the fear in their eyes sometimes, like “oh shit. This could be either one of them… 50/50 chance I annoy the one who’s writing the tip”.
We’ve both worked service industry so we don’t care at all and tip well either way but it’s pretty funny to see the realization sometimes.
Oh and, if it’s two people on a date (not a boring old married couple like us eating dinner) and there’s only one bill… 9/10 it’s the guy paying.
Nice that it worked out but deception and playing games would be a huge red flag for me. Nothing about that instance in particular, it’s just that I’d always wonder “is this situation for real or another trick?”
Maybe the immediate followup fixes it. You were strangers then after all. And after eight years of course you know what you’re working with haha
Damnit now I’m just rambling to myself, carry on!
I thought the same thing about 3 until I realized that I’m more than 7 inches tall/wide/deep, so I can’t actually pass through anything, just get horribly mangled when I make it halfway through the door.
Now here’s the million dollar question: how many times per second can I teleport? Because if I can teleport at let’s say 1khz… now we’re talking
I don’t personally understand the desire to do this beyond “it’s the principle damnit” or doing illegal stuff but if you really want your phone to not be tracked then just use a verified faraday bag. Or make one yourself if you’re poor and then validate it yourself.
I’d wager thousands of years
That looks great! They're almost always buried completely under leaf litter around me, must be nice to find one without digging!
What elevation are you at? Seems crazy to find chanterelles in July
Counterpoint: fruit
Oh man, up until this comment, I followed along the whole time like “nope, nothing weird here at all.” You’re both adults and get lonely or bored from time to time. Hang out and see if maybe each other’s company helps with that. Not creepy at all.
But the thought of your daughter hanging out with her friend and all of a sudden saying “hey, you know what? You should date my dad! I’ll set you guys up”
…it’s just wildly unexpected for some reason 😂
Like, I don’t care who my mom dates but I am NOT gonna try and hook her up with one of my friends
“Have a link?” Ohh I do! I love these Ames Room
How fun is this?! YouTube Live Action Ames Room
As an aside: I’m gonna say the simple “perspective shifted so far that it’s unrecognizable to the untrained eye” counts as an illusion, because the first time I saw one, I was indeed tricked.
In addition to the previous gravy comments, namely that you absolutely must use some crumbly sausage textured protein and the associated fat, I’ve got something else to mention.
Perfect crumbly biscuits are so good and also so tricky to make, that I feel like there’s a slim chance you nailed it the first time, so keep trying.
I struggle to nail it and I’ve been attempting on and off for decades. What makes it difficult is:
if you over-work them (stirring more than ~12 times) and the ingredients become homogenous, the texture is ruined.
They’re still edible but nothing like the real deal.
If the ingredients get warm then the butter will melt and once again ruin the texture.
If you cut the biscuits wrong (e.g. twisting) the sides will “smear” together and they won’t rise right, ruining the texture again.
A perfect (buttermilk/crumbly) biscuit should be fluffy, crumbly, golden brown on the outside, white on the inside and have 10-20 little yellow butter “pearls” dispersed throughout it, something like tiny blueberries in a blueberry muffin.
Even knowing all that, I still find myself failing often and chasing that 5-10% of times when they came out perfect. That said, I’m shit at baking bread for some reason, just cursed it seems. Other people (grandmas notably) can just fucking nail it every time.
The gravy should be pretty easy: start with a generous amount of fat, lightly brown a little flour to make a slurry, add milk little by little until it’s thick like a chowder, add black pepper and “sausage” crumbles. You can always add more milk, NEVER ADD MORE FAT
I was really surprised to see that they had four points, in a row, with consistent formatting. I went back to double check because I was sure that it’d be missing point three or something. This SovCit is oddly competent.
I would go so far as to say this is some classic “noble savage” bullshit that only serves to dehumanize people.
“Free Tomatoes, Take One!”
Unethical
That sucks.
I don’t know if this is a thing anymore but “back in my day” your friends/family/coworkers/roommates would try to hook you up with other people that they know are single and might be a good match. Especially the older ladies in your life, that was like their mission in life. Aside from that, you might ask someone who runs in overlapping circles that you’ve seen a few times if they want to get coffee or lunch.
The closest thing to Tinder-type dating would have been “cruising” on a Friday and Saturday night, driving up and down the Main Street of your town, hanging out in parking lots to talk and make plans for the night. Even then, you would ask “where do/did you go to school” and “do you know ____” “are you related to” type questions to establish your “degrees of Kevin Bacon” relationship in the social network.
So there was no need to date total strangers. That would be considered kinda weird and suspicious, which is why online dating was heavily stigmatized in the late 90’s/early 2000’s. I went on a few match.com and eharmony dates but kept it secret, telling only my closest friends, out of shame. They thought I was crazy, meeting up with strangers like that.
A few horny guys would try to chat up every random stranger and it occasionally paid off for them, but that wasn’t really normal behavior.
I think we’re all more mobile now, moving from city to city for work, so those networks are probably shattered for most people.
I feel so incredibly lucky that I dodged the dating app bullet, it seems awful for guys to try and compete in that space. And for women, having creepy dudes be creepy with no repercussions, with no way to tell their mother/aunt/sister to smack some sense into them… not great.
There are plenty of tiny coffee places (and other small businesses) near me where the owner is there all day, every day with just one or two employees. You’ll get to know them if you want to. You might also bump into them around town. If they suck, patronize a different place.
Theoretically, most of the money that I spend there stays in town, helping to keep other businesses and families going. They probably sponsor the local animal shelter or little league team. I like that.
I’ve worked in small businesses and corporate America. In my experience corporate America always sucks, small business only sometimes suck. I don’t like supporting large corporations and especially not their admin and C-suite. Those vampires are why the wealth gap is growing so quickly.
Corporate food is boring.
Some people argue that all of the transportation involved in moving around product and people for multi-national corporations is worse for the environment. I don’t care about that personally but it seems like a reasonable conclusion.
Aright then, how about for a ladder? Do you want to drive a box truck or trailer around to hold one ladder and painting supplies or whatever?