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[Jan 12th, 2010] Roswell mysteries, taboo words, and being on the no fly list.
| **[/r/reddit.com](/r/reddit.com)**
coldfirenj talks about being on the [no fly list](http://www.reddit.com/r/reddit.com/comments/aow4d/are_there_any_other_redditors_like_me_who_are_on/), and heysup links a video which suggests that the [H1N1 pandemic was the biggest pharma fraud of the century](http://www.reddit.com/r/reddit.com/comments/aoz3b/h1n1_false_pandemic_biggest_pharmafraud_of_century/).
**[/r/technology/](/r/technology)**
hwillis links a [touching and innovative use of technology](http://www.reddit.com/r/technology/comments/aogj0/one_of_the_most_touching_and_innovative_uses_of/), nobodyspecial links a wired article about [classified recordings of a fusion bomb test](http://www.reddit.com/r/technology/comments/aouvs/the_air_force_was_lying_when_it_said_the_roswell/), and twolf1 posts about the creation of a [molecular transistor](http://www.reddit.com/r/technology/comments/aoruc/first_molecular_transistor_created/).
**[/r/offbeat](/r/offbeat)**
plecostomus links a video showing the [first few steps, going to an abortion clinic](http://www.reddit.com/r/offbeat/comments/aox7l/dear_reddit_here_is_what_the_first_few_steps_to/).
**[/r/pics](/r/pics)**
andrewinmelbourne and deadapostle link to someone [posting images from Haiti](http://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/aoyeu/this_guy_is_posting_pics_from_haiti_right_now/).
**[/r/WorldNews](/r/WorldNews)**
reddit\_used\_2b\_good posts about the [devastating earthquake in Haiti](http://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/aouad/73_mag_earthquake_off_the_haitian_coast_tsunami/), EthicalReasoning posts about a [man facing jail for what he wrote on an airline card](http://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/aouwj/man_faces_20_years_in_jail_for_writing_on_an/).
**[/r/AskReddit](/r/askreddit)**
nelag seeks help reaching their [brother in Haiti](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/aoy2x/need_help_contacting_brother_in_portauprince_haiti/), and hvsahin wants to know your [favorite documentary](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/aoxzw/hey_reddit_whats_your_favorite_documentary/).
**[/r/history](/r/history)**
obvioustroll posts a slate article about [when the word Negro became taboo](http://www.reddit.com/r/history/comments/aoy2u/when_did_the_word_negro_become_taboo/).
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Popular today:
Google's [China woes](http://www.reddit.com/r/reddit.com/duplicates/aous5/we_have_decided_we_are_no_longer_willing_to/), and [Conan](http://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/aotjf/i_will_follow_him_to_the_depths_of_hell/).
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From the archives:
SolInvictus posts about [Malaysian shrews who survive on booze](http://www.reddit.com/r/science/comments/ao4fw/malaysian_shrew_survives_on_booze/).
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"body": "Don't forget about AndrewDiceClaymore's epic [fleshlight review](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/aoh8d/the_fleshlight_who_has_one/c0impj7)",
"score": 16
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I'm probably over thinking this/worrying over spilled milk... | I started dating this girl mid december and we hit it off extremely well. spent the night at her place the first date and the night after. she went to visit her family for a week for christmas and we emailed each other every day. when she came back we pretty much spent every opportunity together and what have you. our senses of humour really mesh well and we like to be very sarcastic with each other. I really like her a lot and she has told me she really likes me. The past couple days we haven't seen each other and I get the sense that I might be annoying her possibly? I asked her if she wanted to do anything monday night and she said she wasn't feeling well and was going to stay in after work. yesterday I texted her from work but felt like I might have been bothering her. I don't know.
I think what it boils down to is the fact that I really like her. I've been dating a lot these past couple years since I got out of a 4 year long term relationship and she's the first that I really want to spend time with. Essentially I'm worried that I might fuck this up. I'm probably worrying over nothing I think I just need some reassurance or someone to tell me "stop being a fucking idiot." She says she really likes me and Sunday night we spent the night in watching movies so I doubt feelings can change that quickly but who knows.
someone ease my worrying head? | 7 | [
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"body": "Wait. You're worrying this much because she didn't hang out with you for one night due to feeling under the weather?\n\n[Calm down](http://static.seekingalpha.com/uploads/2008/7/15/saupload_calvinhobbscalmdown.jpg).\n\nIf it goes for a week, then worry.",
"score": 10
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"body": "Dude, stop being a fucking idiot. You've got to play it cool. Making yourself a bit unavailable wouldn't hurt (don't revolutionize things one fell swoop though - you don't want to raise red flags on her end). ",
"score": 4
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"body": "youve dated less than a month.\n\ngive her some fucking space. just give her a day or 2. let her call you.....",
"score": 3
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If reddit had an award for "Troll of the Year", to whom would it be given? | [ReditIs4niggers](http://www.reddit.com/user/ReditIs4niggers) and TypicalEuroRedditor (404?) are a couple that come to mind. | 23 | [
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"body": "Listen, real trolling is a skill. Making an account called \"RedditCanBlowMe\" and running around telling people to suck my dick is not quality trolling. Quality trolling is using logical fallacies, going so far left or right is becomes ridiculous, fitting into a persona. Your goal should be to piss people off, enrage them, attack their beliefs. Think Glenn Beck, he is pretty much a IRL troll. \n\nTroll of the forever? [LouF](http://www.reddit.com/user/louf) hands down.",
"score": 93
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"body": "Bozarking by far. Even though some may not consider him a troll, he does the same thing by completely derailing the logical discussion/bacon jokes.",
"score": 50
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"body": "quoted by LouF\n\nHey Jean-Pierre, I wouldn't live in Canada for all the money in the world. You're a bunch of drunken hockey-loving homo-marrying baby-killing retards. If it weren't for the USA, Russia would have turned you into a parking garage by now\n\nThat should be on a tee shirt...",
"score": 15
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"body": "[MrOhHai](http://www.reddit.com/user/mrohhai) is actually quite a pathetic troll. Which, in my opinion, makes him the best kind of troll, one you can laugh at.",
"score": 12
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"body": "[bbhazem](http://www.reddit.com/user/bbhazem). He's an anti-Israel troll who changes his story each post so that he can say that he \"personally witnessed\" whatever it is that he want to troll about.",
"score": 9
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"body": "[Oxamus.](http://www.reddit.com/user/oxamus/)\n\n\n\nWhen he started out he tried way to hard and was blatantly obvious. Over the course of a few weeks he morphed in to one of the funniest trolls I have ever seen.\n\n\nNow it is hard to tell if he is being sincere or trolling. He is my favorite troll.",
"score": 5
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"body": "Vicariously, [Landover Baptist](http://www.landoverbaptist.org/). It seems like every other day I see Poe's Law in effect as herds of redditors work themselves up into a lather over one of their articles...",
"score": 5
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"body": "Posting an AMA saying you were rendered helpless and raped by a girl is pretty classic trolling. No one would *dare* accuse a potential rape victim of trolling afterall... and then for good measure throw in that you're a Jesus freak to seal the deal and you have one class A troll.\n\n",
"score": 3
},
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"body": "[ratsbew](http://www.reddit.com/user/ratsbew) aka. [Geocache Girl](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/96uai/geocache_girl_update_okay_so_i_made_it_all_up_but/)",
"score": 3
},
{
"body": "Lady Gaga. She's trolling the whole entertainment industry and most people don't even know it.\n\nEdit: you guys know I'm not criticizing her music here, right?",
"score": 3
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"body": "That one fucker who faked liver cancer. I don't know what the thread was but that guy had people actually offering up their livers. Asshole.",
"score": 3
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What's the worst/funniest thing you've ever wiped your bum with? | I was in the Peace Corps, and legitimate shit tickets were perennially scarce. So volunteers got creative:
1. I used the pages of Rush Limbaugh's 1st book as I read it in the latrine. Got about a week out of that.
2. A male friend used a Cheetos bag with mixed results.
3. And the topper - a girl I knew used bread. | 5 | [
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"body": "I was once stuck in a bad situation. I could not abandon my boxer's because I was wearing jeans and my dick would not appreciate that. So I used both my socks. They do kind of make for a nice implement though, because you can put your hand in them and use them like shit-wiping gloves.",
"score": 11
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"body": "I took out a book of Mormon, Koran, and bible in college. The good health of my colon is proof of a Godless universe. Either that or God doesn't actually watch you when you poo.",
"score": 4
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"body": "during 30 day backpacking trip in Wyoming:\n\n* **BEST:** wild flowers, snowballs, patches of moss/lichens (really nice with the humidity...like using a 'Wet One'\n\n* **WORST:** flat stones, pine cones (obviously go against the grain).",
"score": 3
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"body": "Where to start...\n\nI once used a baguette (not really to wipe, but to just ream out).\nNot once, not twice, but thrice I've used my bare hand.\nI had to use a live fish one time on a fishing trip. Actually worked pretty well.\nLastly, I used the furniture in a hotel room once. Not because I had no TP, but out of spite.",
"score": 3
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If I get a speeding ticket in USA but I live in Europe - should I pay it?
| If I get a speeding ticket in USA(Tennessee) but I live in Europe and I used a European drivers license, should I pay it?
I got a ticket in 2007, and since I needed to go back to Europe the following day I never paid it.
I am worried that upon returning to the states they could arrest me on the boarder for not paying it.
Should I be worried? | 5 | [
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"body": "Short answer: Yes\n\nLong answer: Listen, for a parking ticket you are probably going to have a warrant put out for you in that state alone. So if you never ever plan on driving (or generally existing) in Tennessee ever again, then go ahead and don't pay it. But if you want the peace of mind if you frequently visit the US just pay the damn thing and be done with it.",
"score": 14
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"body": "When I moved from the US I forgot to pay a ticket. I go back and forth over the border all the time and it's never been an issue. If you plan on going back to Tennessee and driving, yeah i'd pay it just to be safe. if not. meh.",
"score": 8
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"body": "we can't stop a guy from burning his balls off on an airplane. Do you think you will be on some arrest on sight list? I forgot to pay a ticket once and my license was suspended -- which i never knew until I rcvd a letter saying it was no longer suspended.",
"score": 7
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"body": "They can indeed arrest you, but probably not when you enter the country. If you were to be pulled over in Tennessee, however, they'd be happy to arrest you for unpaid motor vehicle fines.",
"score": 3
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"body": "These days all kinds of information is shared between states so, depending on the speed (how far over the limit), the infomration may pop up if you are ever stopped for another ticket in any state. Unlikely at the border unless it is a charge of reckless driving (very fast). Pay it prior to heading back if for no reason than peace of mind.",
"score": 3
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What qualifies as sexual objectification to you? | I've submitted [a post](http://www.reddit.com/r/TwoXChromosomes/comments/9yto0/what_qualifies_as_sexual_objectification_to_you/) with an identical title to 2xc once, but I'd like to have this discussion again in an entirely different context.
I was reading a recent submission, [How objectification silences women,](http://scienceblogs.com/notrocketscience/2010/01/how_sexual_objectification_silences_women_-_the_male_glance.php) as well as the [comments](http://www.reddit.com/r/feminisms/comments/aov8g/how_objectification_silences_women_the_male/) it invoked in /feminisms, and it occurred to me that if men are to use these study results to be better allies to women, they'll need a clear understanding of just what qualifies as objectification.
The article uses a broad array of language to describe behaviors that could potentially amount to objectification, from *leering* to the more innocent sounding *glance*. Then there's this: "Saguy's study is one of the first to provide evidence of the social harms of sexual objectification - the act of treating people as 'de-personalised objects of desire instead of as individuals with complex personalities'."
To me, it seems that the author at least implicitly believes that checking women out, even subtlety and with tact, is an act of objectification and de-personalization. Am I the only one who took this meaning from the article? And if this was widely understood, am I the only one who has issues with it?
**edit:** [A pretty good discussion](http://www.reddit.com/r/science/comments/ap5r2/study_demonstrates_the_silencing_effect_of/) developed around this topic when I posted the original article to /science. I recommend ya'll see how it turned out. | 11 | [
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"body": "Pro-porn feminist writer Wendy McElroy once said that there can be no such thing as a \"sexual object\" because an \"object\" is incapable of bearing sexuality. She used this line of reasoning to deconstruct the Dworkinite camp on the porn issue. \r\n\r\nI can't help but basically agree with her statement about sexual objectification, but I'll take it a step further: if an object cannot have its own sexuality, then a given man or woman *is* sexually objectified by others when the phenomenon in question does not serve his or her own sexuality at the same time it serves the sexuality of the people objectifying them.\r\n\r\nThus, perhaps \"context\" plays a large role in determining whether an occurrence is objectifying. Ogling a person's body could be objectifying in some contexts but not objectifying in others; I imagine it's much more appropriate during lovemaking than during a boardroom meeting, for example. In the first context it is mutually enjoyable (barring body image issues), while in the second context it is invasive and distracting.\r\n\r\nSpeaking of body image, the women in the study may have felt \"objectified\" in the context I describe it because the society in which they live bombards them with media impressions that tell them their bodies are flawed. If you've got someone ogling you, and you just saw a makeup commercial or a billboard with a stickfigure model five minutes ago, you might think the dude's sizing you up in comparison to those more \"perfect\" examples. Hardly a gratifying experience for those who feel this way when somebody stares at them.\r\n\r\nWhat I'm basically getting at, I guess, is that I feel objectification is not \"in the eye of the beholder,\" but rather in the mind of the person who is beheld. If it's distracting and makes the person being beheld feel self-conscious, it is objectification because the object does not experience enjoyment along with the viewer. ",
"score": 15
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"body": "I've been struggling with this for a little bit and come to the conclusion that objectification isn't necessarily bad. There is a specific problem of men who objectify women when it isn't appropriate.\n\nSay you've got a hot colleague, and instead of treating her as a person, she's just walking breasts whose opinions don't count. That's an example that is straightforwardly bad. Lots of men do this kind of thing.\n\nSay you pass someone hot in the street and think \"Ooh, she's hot\". That thought in itself is objectifying, but is quite normal, morally neutral, and present in the thoughts of all genders.",
"score": 5
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"body": "Sexuality *always* objectifies because it's not the result of a conscious thought process. It's a process initiated and maintained by our biological machinery.",
"score": 5
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Classic looking latex style file. | For some reaon I like the way older math books are typeset so I tried to make a [latex style file](http://www.math.wisc.edu/~curran/classic.sty) that replicates the look. It's not perfect (in fact I really don't know how to make latex style files.) I think you need to have some greek fonts installed and maybe use the amsmath package as well.
[Here's an example](http://www.math.wisc.edu/~curran/725final.pdf)
I know its not super math related but I thought it might interest someone here. | 64 | [
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"body": "Oh my god! That's hilarious. I should start submitting manuscripts in that style and see what people say. They'll probably think I'm a venerable old-timer.",
"score": 18
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"body": "Just write on a typewriter. What you're trying to do is like using Internet Explorer on linux. Or wearing a monocle in a space suit.",
"score": 7
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"body": "Dear Lord. In college, I always shuddered when I had to read an article from the \"old days\" in this style. I can't stand to look at it anymore. Thank God for Don Knuth. This monstrosity you've created is amusing, in a frightening, stomach-churning way.",
"score": 6
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"body": "I've had to wade through so many books written like that, its brings back so many deeply repressed memories. /hugs AMS Euler",
"score": 3
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What games do you still need to get around to playing? | My personal ones are
Owned:
* God of War Collection
* inFamous
* Ratchet and Clank Future: A Crack in Time
* Killzone 2
* Torchlight
* Shadow Complex
To Buy (Eventually):
* Final Fantasy VII
* PixelJunk Eden
* Darksiders (?)
| 7 | [
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"body": "all right, I'll fess up and say it.\n\nHalf Life 2. Made it as far as the boat level and forgot about it.",
"score": 9
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"body": "Shadow of the Colossus is my #1 must-play game, but not having a PS2 or PS3 in my apartment, I haven't had the chance.",
"score": 6
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"body": "I AM A CONSUMER WHORE.\r\n\r\nSteam & PC:\r\n\r\n* Republic Commando\r\n* KOTOR 2\r\n* Oblivion GOTY\r\n* Fallout 3 GOTY\r\n* World of Goo (a couple levels in, annoyed that I have to turn off multimonitor to play)\r\n* Secret of Monkey Island (same)\r\n* Civ4 (only played a few games of it)\r\n* Sam and Max\r\n* Torchlight\r\n\r\nPS2:\r\n\r\n* Persona 4 (can't quite bring myself to start another jRPG yet)\r\n* Grim Grimoire\r\n* Phantom Brave (STILL haven't finished it, which is retarded b/c I have disgaea-esque levels going on)\r\n* Prince of Persia SOT (40% in, bored)\r\n* GTA III Vice City (Driver mission, you know the one)\r\n\r\nDS:\r\n* SMT: Devil Survivor (still need to finish up the 6th day on a \"good\" ending)\r\n* FF 4 remake (bought it in anticipation of a trip, read a book instead)\r\n\r\n360 games:\r\n\r\n* Condemned 2\r\n* SC: Double Agent (JBA HQ 3 annoys me too much to finish it)\r\n* Tales of Vesperia (the BETA version, kinda hoping for a DLC patch)\r\n* Gears 2 (just bought it on sale)\r\n* SW: Force Unleashed\r\n* Lego Indiana Jones\r\n\r\nAnd yet I'll probably STILL go preorder Mass Effect 2 before it comes out. I'm even kinda hoping they get more collector's editions...",
"score": 4
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"body": "* Portal\n* Bioshock\n* All the Zelda games after and including Zelda 64 (execept twilight princess)\n* Super Mario Wii and New Super Mario Bros Wii\n* TF2\n* MW2\n* And a crapload more I want to play but don't have the cash for\n\n\n",
"score": 3
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"body": "Batman:AA - put several hours into this but Borderlands came and I never got around to finishing it\n\nDragon Age - not very far into it yet\n\nBioshock - got stuck and never finished, but I'd like to before Bioshock 2\n\nMass Effect - see Bioshock",
"score": 3
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"body": "Related: [The Backloggery](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/aosls/the_backloggery_keeps_track_of_games_you_own_and/)",
"score": 3
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"body": "* God of War Collection - waiting until right before GOW3 is released though, so I can play through all three games in a row :)\n* Demon's Souls - got stuck on the Tower Knight, and then got distracted with other games. I really want to keep playing it though.\n* Dragon Age: Origins - I'm pretty far, it's just a long ass game!\n* Trine\n* Bayonetta - There's so much constant action, I have to take breaks with a less intense game :P Plus, I bought this at the same time as Darksiders, which I got really engrossed in, which took me away from Bayonetta. (Really enjoyed Darksiders, btw)\n* Zelda: Spirit Tracks - DS games take me a little longer to beat, since I just pick up and play them for only an hour or so at a time. I have three of the four main dungeons finished on this one, though!\n* Valkyria Chronicles - picked it up recently, just haven't gotten around to playing it yet, sadly :(",
"score": 3
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What are your reddit-related pet peeves? | Here's mine:
"I judge the level of humour behind a novelty account based on how long ago the account has been created."
Seriously! Do we all have to think up a punch line a year before we are presented with an oppurtunity for it to be funny?
I'm tired of comments like "I laughed, but then I seen the account was only made two months ago. Downvoted" | 7 | [
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"body": "* Inane posts about bacon and narwhals and stuff.\r\n\r\n* \"Hey reddit, here's a picture of [animal], can we get it to the frontpage for [person]?\"\r\n\r\n* The fucking *puts on sunglasses* thing which refuses to die.\r\n\r\n* 4chan jokes. ([Case in point.](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ap5e0/what_are_your_redditrelated_pet_peeves/c0ip8wl))\r\n\r\n* The way some people always seem to refer to others as \"good sir\" and say things like \"one thousand internets to you\" instead of \"thank you\"",
"score": 25
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"body": "posts where people ask to be cheered up b/c they think they're ugly or pathetic or they have no friends. asking advice is one thing (ex: how do i make more friends?), throwing yourself a pity party just pisses me off (ex: i'm depressed because i'm unattractive and have no friends).",
"score": 16
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"body": "When female Redditors slip the fact that they're female into a comment that is not at all benefited by that information. That includes \"I'm a girl/she's a girl\" corrective comments if someone tacks on \"dude\" or \"man\" to their reply to a female Redditor. i.e.:\n\n\"Oh, hey, I feel the same way!\"\n\"Me, too, dude.\"\n\"I'm a girl, not a dude! :P\"\n\nNo. Just no. ",
"score": 11
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"body": "DAE hate something obvious that I hate? i.e. facebook, Sarah Palin, fake bacon, etc.\n\nThose threads make Redditers seem really petty.",
"score": 6
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"body": "Poeple posting about \"my girlfriend did this today\" or \"here are some pictures of my girlfriend\" only for it to come out that the picture they posted has been floating around on the internet for some years and is obviousely not their girlfriend/boyfriend.\n\nIt's pretty sad really...",
"score": 6
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"body": "People complaining about downvotes and people who use ellipses as a kind of all-purpose punctuation mark.",
"score": 5
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"body": "* Announcing upvotes/downvotes (this is getting more and more prevalent, and by the very nature of this site more and more polite, reddiquette-wise. I still dislike it.)\n* Pun threads.\n* Comments that begin or end with \"lol\".\n* Comments that complain about the \"hivemind\" or are bitching about redditors and their behavior in general.\n* Comments whose entire content is \"tl;dr\".\n\n..and so much more!\n",
"score": 4
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"body": "Novelty accounts. As long as I'm on the topic, allow me to enlighten you about the novelty effect.\n\nThe novelty effect, in the context of Human Performance, is the tendency for performance to initially improve when new technology is instituted, not because of any actual improvement in learning or achievement, but in response to increased interest in the new technology. The Metropolitan Education and Research Consortium (MERC) of the Virginia Commonwealth University states, \"While it is possible that higher attention spans can be attributed to novelty effect, even after the initial novelty wears off, the level of interest in the automated workbook is still greater than that in the regular workbook. The increased attention by students sometimes results in increased effort or persistence, which yields achievement gains. If they are due to a novelty effect, these gains tend to diminish as students become more familiar with the new medium. This was the case in reviews of computer-assisted instruction at the secondary school level, grades 6 to 12 (Clark & Sugrue, 1988).\"\n\nThe novelty effect, in context of psychology, is the tendency for an individual to have the strongest stress response the first time that individual is faced with a potentially threatening experience. Over time, as the novelty wears off, the stress response decreases.",
"score": 4
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"body": "AMA threads where the OP doesn't answer anything. What is the point in asking anything if you will not answer?\n\nLots of them just answer the easy and obvious ones and ignore any thought provoking questions.",
"score": 4
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"body": "* comments about \"cutting onions\". We fucking get it already, karma whores.\n* bacon/narwhals\n* downvotes rather than discussion, resulting in majority-rules group-think\n* annoying relationship advice questions, teen questions, etc. make a subreddit for that shit.\n\nNow get off my lawn.\n",
"score": 4
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"body": "When an obviously short-lived reddit meme pops up (copycat posts on a popular original post, e.g., *Erection in progress*), there are many Grumpy Guses who get bent out of shape and make self posts denouncing the churlish behaviour, which only serves to draw more attention to it and increase the life span.\r\n\r\nJust let it go, man!",
"score": 3
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"body": "I'm increasingly annoyed by people who post what are clearly DAE questions in AskReddit. I know some people don't see it on their frontpage and probably aren't aware of it, but I fucking hate DAE and equally fucking hate to see it infect a subreddit I like.",
"score": 3
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Can I find someone from their IP address? | I have the IP address from someone who has been messing with me online. Is there a way I can find the area (address) where that person lives? | 4 | [
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"body": "You could [narrow it to a region or city](http://www.geobytes.com/IpLocator.htm?GetLocation), but not to a house address. That information is restricted by the ISP. ",
"score": 4
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"body": "You can find out what ISP owns the IP address, and potentially what geography that particular IP address is located in. Narrowing it down from there to a specific user requires a subpoena or friends in the right places.\n\nStart here: http://www.hostip.info or\nHere: http://www.maxmind.com/\n\nThe best geolocation databases require $$ though. ",
"score": 3
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Dear Video Game Companies: Here's a novel concept. If you want to cash in on the "female gamer demographic," dress your female leads a bit more conservatively. | **Reposted here by request.... leaving the original in the Gaming /r/ to see the general gamer consensus...**
All of my guy gamer friends trying to convince me recently that "Bayonetta" is more than just an excuse to watch a beautiful half-naked woman WHILE they game is starting to annoy the hell out of me. I know why you're playing it... YOU know why you're playing it... It's ok, I understand, just stop trying to make excuses or justify it to me.
[Old article, old game, but this pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject.](http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/final-fantasy-x-2/)
**If you think I'm wrong, prove it. I'll start a list here... Half-naked "strong female characters" vs. modestly clothed "strong female characters."** (Obviously modesty is a subjective term, so maybe I'll include a questionable section as well.) Let's see what we can get the final count to.... I'll start with a few I can come up with off the top of my head.
[See the original post for the list....](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/ap4sx/dear_video_game_companies_heres_a_novel_concept/)
tl;dr - Just another chick gamer bitching about shit. ;) | 6 | [
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"body": "Thanks for reposting. The questions I wanted to ask here:\r\n\r\nDoes seeing a scantily-clad (female) main character actually cause you (as a girl gamer) to not play the game, or is it just an annoyance? Do you think the same thing is true for a girl who is just starting to get into games?\r\n\r\nIn MMOs, where you have the 'option' to dress your female character more provocatively, do you see that as a similar kind of sex cash-in on the part of the developer, or is it just a valid creative choice available with no ulterior motive?\r\n\r\nAre you opposed to the expression of sexuality in games on principle, or do you just disapprove at the current time because it assumes, and therefore caters to, a mostly-male gaming population? Is the solution to this to dress female characters more conservatively, or to include more sexually-aware male characters?\r\n\r\nAgain, thanks for the post. Hopefully we can have a pretty good discussion.",
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"body": "Nice list of games. Chick here, and I actually went out and bought Bayonetta for several reasons: 1) the demo was fantastic, gave me a great idea what the gameplay was going to be; 2) the whole imagined world is gorgeous; 3) I love how hypersexualized Bayonetta is to the point of self-parody; and 4) I love the exaggerated style of femininity to the game. Still playing it, and the reasons I went out to buy it still remain.\n\nI will agree that there tend to be more scantily clad females in gaming than not, especially when you compare it to male characters, but for me, I don't mind. I like my female characters to at least have sexuality be part of their definition and personality, or to have it as an exaggerated feature as to be tongue-in-cheek, but I don't like them to be devoid of sexuality all together because I can't relate to that. On the other side, I don't want sexuality to be all there is to a female character (which is why I dislike the DoA games a lot of the time), but I'd argue that while Bayonetta seems like just tits and ass, those same ass and tits are packaged in a game that's also incredibly absurd (she has guns on her ankles! Her hair kills things!), with an extreme representation of femininity (she sucks on lollipops for strength!), that I call both refreshing and legitimate.\n\nI will admit, though, that while video game companies are creating female characters that appeal to my particular demographic, that doesn't mean we represent female gamers as a whole at all. I agree, there should be a myriad of styles, personalities, and attitudes that encompass the variety of actual women out there. Sexuality should also be appropriate for a female character's background, role, and personality. But as long as other female gamers get their Aeriths and the like, I still want my Tifas (FF7, not Advent Children :p).",
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"body": "I really don't like the roles of sexy-dressed women in video games more than the fact that they are scantily clad. If anyone has played the demo for \"Dante's Inferno\", they've already seen the TITS of the main characters wife. In the DEMO. Sex sells, I know. Put tits in a crappy game, people will still buy it, gameplay and quality be damned. \r\nI'm also tried of female characters being pretty darn useless as supporting characters. They usually seem less fleshed out than the male characters (which is ironic, considering who is usually showing more flesh :P). I just played Mass Effect, and really? The female characters were not incredibly interesting. I tried, I did. I talked to everyone on that damn ship. And in that game, they aren't scantily clad, everybody is wearing space suit-esque uniforms. But the females are just...boring. Either they are an angry bitch(Williams), or mousy and demure(Tali,Li'ara). \r\n\r\nIn short, I miss Tifa. Sexy, kickass, funny, and you feel for her as shes basically ignored by spiky haired protagonist.",
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"body": "I lol'd at your naming Aerith \"bitch.\" Also I think it would be an interesting idea to repost things from r/gaming in here to get a different take on it. Or at least one where the more reasonable discussions aren't drowned out from trollery. Even if the people in this subreddit are in r/gaming, obviously their voice gets more attention in here. \n\nSo, on topic, I remember being told that Lara Croft was supposed to appeal to me because she was an 'empowered women.' I mean I agree that she was pretty badass, like a female Indiana Jones, but I still thought she was wearing well.. not enough. Also she didn't have much of a character I recall. But damn, she had big boobs.\nAnyway, where was I? Oh, yeah I find it pretty irritating that all the female leads (or not leads) have basketballs glued to their chests and somehow manage to keep it together with two pieces of cloth. So, modestly clothed, and *gasp* maybe normally chested (I guess modestly chested would be unnecessary) women. I feel like the excessive chestery is most prevalent in Japanese/anime games, but I could be wrong.\nThat aside, we should remember that most male leads are excessively muscular/slim though I guess what would be more analogous to half-naked large-chested ladies would be too pornographic for most games. Hehe.",
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Hi r/france. This is a request for advice from any Parisians. | Hi everyone. So, I live in London, and (perhaps foolishly) decided that, because I love her and she has pretty hair, I would take my girlfriend to Paris for our anniversary. Flights booked, surprise given, hugs received, happy ending.
But: unfortunately, I didn't consider, what with our Anniversary being over Valentine's day weekend, what accomodation prices would be. Which is a lot. More, in fact, than I really have.
My question is twofold:
1). Do any Parisians have any advice, on cheaper (but not entirely unromantic) areas to stay, ways of finding lodging, small bed and breakfasts that might not be easily findable on Google, etc? Are there any areas - in the country perhaps, an hour or so on the train from Paris - where cheap attractive lodgings might be found?
2) Do any redditors have relatives, friends, creditors, etc. in Paris, with a spare room, who would be interested in renting it out for 5 days? They would get some money, and a very pleasant young couple, for their space. And, should they want a place to stay in London sometime, they would always be welcome at ours :-)
I would be grateful for any advice or help that anyone can give. Thank you.
p.s. Apologies for not yet having the confidence to post this in French... I'm learning (slowly).]
**Edit:** Thanks for all the help guys, ithas been greatly appreciated. Thanks to a friend's recommendation, we're using [this website](http://fr.airbnb.com/) - which is ideal for what we're after. If anyone wants anything brought back from Paris, let me know :-) I'll buy you all a crepe or three. | 7 | [
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"body": "Ok, if you're willing to settle for a place that isn't exactly \"nice\" but probably won't be booked and is *ONE BLOCK* from the Louvre, check out Hotel Montpensier. 12 Rue de Richelieu, Paris 75001 (didn't even have to look it up). I've stayed there three times, once in 1998 and twice in 2007. The place is functional and central to so many wonderful things in Paris. The reviews should tell you more: [link](http://maps.google.com/maps/place?cid=12570070709119306584&q=Hotel%2BMontpensier.%2B12%2BRue%2Bde%2BRichilieu,%2BParis%2B75001&gl=us&view=feature&mcsrc=detailed_reviews&num=10&start=0)\n\nFunny story, when I stayed there for the second time in 2007, they put me in the same room that my Mom and I stayed in in 1998. Place hadn't changed much at all.\n\nIf you're going to be there for 5 days and have a little bit more money to spend, check out any of the Citadines apartment hotels in Paris. There is one right by Hotel Montpensier on Rue de Richelieu, and another one that I've stayed at in Montparnasse on Ave. de Maine. The location of the former is definitely better, but there are probably another dozen of these places in Paris. It's a chain, but at least you get your own kitchen and the courtyards are nice.",
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Ongoing health problems with my...well, read on. | I wasn't really sure if it was cool to throw vagina into the title in case some of you are at work.
So, women of reddit, I come to you with a throw away account and a question.
My vagina seems to be in a constant state of ill health. It all started with a UTI several years ago. I went to the doc, they cleared that sucker up fast, no problem, right? Well, shortly afterward I began experiencing some itching. I go to the doc, yeast infection! They give me the meds, nothing changes. The itching disappears! Oh, good...right? Wrong. Now sex is so extraordinarily painful that I can't have it at all (without crying, which kind of kills the mood). I go back to the doctors - UTI! No, wait, Yeast infection! No, wait...psychological? They can't figure it out. The yeast infection meds do nothing, the UTI meds do nothing, and they can't find evidence that it's anything else - so they tell me it must be psychological. I give up on doctors for a year - that's right, this continued for an entire year. It mysteriously goes away on its own, and I think I'm free!
Flash forward to a pap a year or so after that, and my doc tells me I have BV. She says it's not major, there's no smell, no reason to treat it, that it'll probably go away on its own. Okay, so my wetness sort of looks like boy cum, whatever.
Flash forward another year, and my doc tells me I still have BV, so maybe I should treat it. I do treat it. No more boy cum wetness, but a week after the treatment....things get a little tickly. Oh no. Not this again. It's now full blown "don't touch the vag or I shoot through the roof" sexless, painful, vag. I'm going back to the doc today and hopefully this time around they don't tell me it's psychological.
What is my vagina's problem?! Why can't it just stay happy? I only wear cotton underwear, I don't wear pantyhose or whatever, I pee after sex, no thongs, I wipe front to back - what's the deal?
Any thoughts? :(
PS. Full STD testing done routinely and recently, in fact, so it's not that. | 22 | [
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"body": "Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, nurse or whatever medical background employee. I am woman with her own share of experience.\n\nI guess both, your UTI and later you BV were treated with antibiotics. \nTreatments with antibiotics also kill necessary and healthy lactobacilli that naturally exist in every healthy vagina and are important to keep the environment on the necessary ph-value. \n\nYeast is everywhere in our environment. This is normally not a problem, the lactobacilli keep everything in check. But with them gone, yeast has a chance.\n\nWhenever you have to take antibiotics, treat also the vagina with lactobacilli to prevent yeast infections. This can be a medication prescription by your doctor, or the easy and also effective do-it-yourself method via using a tampon dipped in natural yoghurt. Important is to use a yoghurt with \"living cultures\" because these are the lactobacilli. My gynaecologist actually recommended this method to me.\n\nFor your current state, I'd suggest to see a doctor to treat the acute yeast infection and additional to this try to rebuild the normal ph-climate.\n\nGood luck and feel better soon.\n\n*Edit*: It's important to use plain yogurt, no flavours or other additives. I thought \"natural yogurt\" would be the same as \"plain\". ",
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"body": "Also, the throw away account is awesome. I vote you keep it, and randomly comment on the most masculine posts.",
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"body": "Well, it's definitely not psychological. . .so if a doctor suggests that to you, leave their office and find a new doctor.\n\nYou clearly need to see someone who knows what they are doing; your vag has been ravaged the past few years and you need a doctor who is both patient and knowledgeable about treating these stubborn conditions; most OB/GYNs don't cut it....they like solving \"simple\" problems.\n\nI think you need to assess how things feel down there throughout your cycle. Is there a point at which the pain ceases? (especially pay attention during your period, does it feel better at that time?) Is there a time when the discharge is more normal/abnormal? If there exist stark differences in the way you feel throughout your cycle, it is possible that you are having cyclic vaginal infections mediated by your hormonal fluctuations. . .then you'd have to find out what organism is causing the problem. I'm no expert, but to me, it is kind of sounding like yeast, seeing as these symptoms seem to pop up everytime you use antibiotics. \n\nMake sure your doctor *cultures* the sample when checking for yeast. . .do NOT just rely on microscopy and demand that the doctor culture it. . .it may also be useful to identify the strain of yeast, as there exist some rarer strains that are resistant to the gold standard antifungal diflucan. . .so if you have one of those, it wouldn't kill it.\n\nIf you culture and nothing grows, here are some other vaginal infections to consider:\n\n[Cytolytic Vaginosis](http://www.probiotics-lovethatbug.com/cytolytic-vaginosis.html)\n\n[Recurrent BV](http://ezinearticles.com/?Recurrent-Bacterial-Vaginosis-Treatment-Using-Proven-BV-Cures&id=2684718)\n\nUnfortunately, things can get a lot more tricky than just run-of-the-mill vaginal infections. This list is not meant to scare you, but if you cannot find anything wrong after seeing a qualified professional, these are some things you may want to consider and address with your doctor:\n\n[Vulvar Vestibulitis](http://www.cvvd.org/vulvar_vestibulitis)\n\n[Desquamative Inflammatory Vaginitis](http://www.ourgyn.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=126&Itemid=1)\n\n[Lichenoid Skin Conditions](http://www.cvvd.org/lichen_sclerosus)\n\n[Interstitial Cystitis](http://www.ourgyn.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=137&Itemid=1)\n\n[Disorders of the Pelvic Floor Musculature](http://www.ourgyn.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=138&Itemid=1)\n\nOnce again, I am not suggesting that you have any of these more tricky disorders--I bet you just have cyclic vaginal infections from your description; however, it is good to be armed with information when you see a doctor, especially if your tests come back negative. I'm just supplying this info so you have something to discuss with a professional in case that happens---a lot of them will not explore further otherwise. You could also have a combination of 2 or more conditions, and most regular gyns are not prepared to address these more mysterious and complex problems. Be your advocate, you should not be in pain.\n\nDo you live in the tri-state area by any chance?\n\n\n\n",
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"body": "Hmmmm...try Acidophilis, which is one of the forms of Lactobacillus, this has been shown to help the gut but also help women who have continuous problems with Urogential Infections. I found this little snip it online but search on it first so you are comfortable; there is clinical research that has been done to prove this works. At this point, if I were you, I would try just about anything! Here you go and good luck and let me know if it helps! http://www.patentstorm.us/patents/6479051/claims.html",
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"body": "Are you using condoms or a diaphragm? Could well be a latex allergy, or at least a latex sensitivity.",
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"body": "I am a guy, but I always take interest in this topic, because my best friend confided in me that his wife has extreme pain there as well, and her doctors told her psychological as well.\n\nHowever, reading a similar problem on here, the ladies mentioned it might be [vulvodynia](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulvodynia). Worth mentioning to your doctor I suppose? It's apparently hard to diagnose because you basically just rule out everything else...",
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need help teaching a teenager guitar...(repost from r/music) | He's fifteen, his parents recently have divorced, he's dropped out of all his extra circular activities and his grades have gone from A's to D's. His parents don't seem to mind that his mental health is obviously slipping. I want to help him, but the only skill I have is playing the guitar. He has come to me asking to learn and I'm willing to teach him. The only problem is I don't listen to music that a fifteen year old would listen to. I need some help finding some that would be simple enough for him to start with and catchy enough for him to stay motivated to learn.
Any tips and or advice would really be appreciated.
thanks
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"body": "I would start by asking what some of his favorite bands/songs are, and posting that information here.\n\nThen people who are familiar with his preferred genres could chime in with suggestions.\n\nWhen my son was 15 he was into a lot of stuff that would not interest the \"typical\" 15 year old.\n\nBTW, that's very cool of you to take the time with him, it sounds like he needs somebody like you.",
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"body": "Reposted from r/music:\n\nBlues. If you are ever in doubt of what to teach a beginner, teach them blues. It is the basis of nearly every popular genre of music and is a blast to play.\n\nAlso, ask him what he wants to play. If you can learn the songs a week ahead of time then it will be easy to teach him.\n\nDon't forget to mix in theory, drills, scales, and the not fun stuff for 30%-50% of the time. Learning to play songs is fun, but learning the theory will make playing enjoyable for a lifetime, also stress the importance of playing by ear.",
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"body": "Everybody learns differently, but the most effective thing for me is to learn something with a high payback / investment ratio. That means play songs rather than scales. \n\nSome easy Beatles songs might do the trick. \n\nPay attention to this kid. The changes you've noticed may not be entirely due to the divorce. Ask him what kind of music he listens to now. See if you will tell you what he listened to 6 months ago. Changes in musical taste are often accompanied by changes in social groups. This may be the beginning of a very rough period for this kid. \n",
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"body": "is he into metal?\ninstead of asking us a broad generalization of what a 15 yr old listens to, might want to ask him.\n\nMetal, at least for me helps get the anger out, while putting a smile on my face at the same time. The rhythm parts are also relatively easy and catchy.\n\nDeath has good messages (anti-bullshit, golden rule, non anti-life messages) in it's lyrics, while maintaining a very aggressive sound.\n\n\nalso, i think any budding guitarist will appreciate blues :D\n",
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I'm about to DM a campaign for the first time in a little over ten years. | 2E D&D, believe it or not.
I'm sure that I'll be rusty as hell; just wondering if anybody has some tips that would help me shake off the rust, or at least make it less noticeable. Even stupid little things, like monster hit dice vs party level, are causing me to overthink things haha.
I have a feeling that there will be a whole lot of DM's discretion going on during the first few sessions. | 13 | [
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"body": "Woo 2E! That's what the DM I game with runs. I actually asked him why he hadn't upgraded, and he said he preferred the focus on heroics rather than tactics as in 3rd ed and up. He also said 3rd ed was more confining when it came to character creation.\n\nI actually hadn't played since jr. high before I started with this group, and this is the only gaming I do, so I've never played anything higher than 2nd ed. Anyone care to comment on the validity of this statement? I've been considering running and game and am trying to figure out the best ruleset to use.",
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"body": "Edition shouldn't matter that much. Focus on a story and make the players feel like they are characters in part of a movie. The primary goal is to have fun. The rules should be nothing more than a method to maintain stability and help maintain that goal.",
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"body": "AD&D 2E is my favorite old rpg, probably because I still have the books I bought with my paper route money when I was in 6th grade. I want to try running it again sometime in the future as well. I like the character dynamics much more, and I always played without proficiencies as I saw them as a nuisance. I used quite a few house rules.\n\nGood luck with the classic.",
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"body": "2nd Edition?! Awesome!\n\nWhere and when should I show up? Should I bring Doritos and Mountain Dew or do you have a plentiful stash on hand?",
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"body": "Kill one player character within the first hour, just to let everybody know you're not fucking around.\n\nOnce you've got that first PK out of the way, you'll loosen right up.",
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I built an automated bar machine in college | (Dup from the original thread)
I built this automated bar machine in college: http://homepage.mac.com/mmurph/bar/Info.html
(no that's no me in the pic)
It was a ton of fun and learned a lot. Never used a power saw before and taught myself visual basic. I even worked on features that never got put into use like user accounts, mag strip card readers, pay pal integration. In it's life we had about a dozen parties or so in my senior year dorm with about 100 people each. The bar was able to keep up nicely. Unfortunately it was large and after a year in my parents garage and my smaller post grad apartment I ended up dismantling it. | 13 | [
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"body": "Do you have any designs or blueprints laying around from your past glory? I'd love to get one of these working for myself",
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Would you join a religion in order to make a SO happy? You wouldn't have to believe, just be a member. | I think Glen Beck is a douchebag, but if it got me the girl of my dreams I think I'd do it so long as that religion didn't preach something I'm really against (racism or female circumcision). That and it couldn't take up too much of my time. What are your thoughts?
Edit: For the record, I'm agnostic (leaning towards atheism, but basically don't know and don't waste time on it one way or the other). This is purely hypothetical as my girlfriend in real life is of the same beliefs (or lack thereof) as I am.
What if the reason they would want to you convert is more for the community/cultural aspect of the religion than to get you to actually worship their god/s? | 4 | [
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"body": "Hell no. That's crazy. Selling out your own beliefs to make someone else happy is going to make you miserable. I once got a fortune cookie that said \"Your first and last Love is Self-love.\" If you need to make someone happy by joining their religious order, then they don't really love you and it's not worth it.",
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"body": "I was in a religion a good portion of my life, to make those around me happy. Don't do it. Its not worth it. Trust me.",
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"body": "I think most redditors will disagree with me here, but my vote is: to an extent.\n\nI love my wife. And she is a Christian. I do not share and will NEVER share her beliefs.\n\nHowever when my wife asks me for a favor i typically do it. \n\"Honey, the dog is crying. Will you take him out?\" - sure \n\"We need to wash dishes. If you unload the dishwasher i will handle what is in the sink.\" - fine \n\"My parents are coming into town today; so pause your game, and come to lunch with us.\" - free lunch! \n\"Will you come to church with me tomorrow morning?\" - yes, but begrudgingly \n\nEvery time i go to church with her, both before and after, i state that i do not share her beliefs. She knows that. \n\nWhen my wife asks for 1 hour out of each month, i will begrudgingly oblige her.\n\nBut having said that, i would NEVER join the church. I merely do the favor that i am asked.",
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I recently left my BF of a year. Its been two weeks and he refuses to give me back my things i had at his house. What do i do? | He and i both agreed to end it because it wasnt going anywhere after a year. We never fought, he just didnt make me happy anymore and he could tell. I have a bunch of work clothes, DVDs, hair products etc at his house and he keeps blowing me off. Now he wont even reply to my txts or phone calls but i know he isnt busy because i see him online all night long. Every day he says "Ill come by after work" then doesnt show up. Ive even said, "just leave it on your porch and ill come pick it up" Itll take 3 seconds. Am i going to get my stuff back ever?? Would it be wrong to just show up and knock on the door? Im getting so pissed because he has done this for 2 weeks straight!
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I was actually able to get my things lastnight! Aparently he has been in the hospital all week long due to a freak accident at work where a steel beam fell on top of his chest/face. So i feel kinda bad for bugging him, but i was able to stop by and get everything lastnight. Thanks everyone for your help though :) | 4 | [
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"body": "Does he live with anybody else? Maybe you can get them to give you your stuff.\n\nAnd next time, get your stuff before or during the break up.",
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"body": "Sometimes, people hang on to things as a means of having a reason to maintain contact.\n\nActually, you can have the police go with you to collect your stuff. But it would be really nice to not have to go this route, just because of the awkwardness of it all. Usually you have to contact the police department for that area first, and schedule an appointment, and they will have some form of law enforcement meet you there... but perhaps a good way to approach this is to say something along the lines of \"I really need my stuff, I hate to get law enforcement involved, but if you can drop it off/leave it out front/let me come get it, then we wouldn't have to have the sheriff/police/constable out there\".\n\nWho was bigger on the \"this isn't going anywhere\" part of the breaking up? Because it is possible that he still cares about you deeply, and wants to hang on to those shreds of what used to be, and that is why he is dragging his feet. And sometimes... it isn't until you are out the door, and there is this big hole in their life that they realize just how much you meant to them or how much they need you.\n\nIf he was the one that was bigger on the two of you breaking up, maybe he is at the point right now that he realizes that he has shit in his hat.",
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OMG guise...Google. China. China. Google. Censorship. GoogleChina. | Feel free to ̶k̶a̶r̶m̶a̶w̶h̶o̶r̶e re-post this to every fucking subreddit just to make sure everyone knows. | 29 | [
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"body": "It's like, we've had enough of your shit, China! (Figurative shit, not plastic shit, keep that shit coming.) ",
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Why does Firefox freeze for a couple seconds -- including killing my Pandora stream! -- when I try to view a PDF inside the browser? | Firefox is like, "OH SHI--- it's a PDF! Shut. Down. Everything!"
FWIW I use Foxit Reader. But I seem to remember Adobe Reader doing the same thing. | 6 | [
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"body": "It takes extra CPU cycles to bring up the PDF reader, but shouldn't take up that much I don't think. How long has it been since you've cleaned out any temporary files and spyware, defragged your hard drive, etc? This might make a difference.",
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My ex has some of my favourite things. 150 miles away... What are my options? | We broke up around 5 months ago and she has a new man. We broke up on bad terms and it has only seemed to go downhill from there.
She has from what I can remember a few of my nice clothes and most importantly my precious Sennheiser HD 202's headphones. I loved these things and would love them back. We have mutual friends in the area but I'd hate to drag them into it. Altogether I think there is £100-£150 of stuff maybe?
So what are my options, do I blatantly ask for them back "out of the blue" or do I cut and drop my losses or possibly something in between.
P.S. Im more than willing to pay the postage.
P.P.S She seems happy in her current situation which I'd hate to mess up and im glad for her. I'd like to be as diplomatic as possible. | 6 | [
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"body": "Okay, look. You're not with this girl, and I'm guessing you don't talk to her anymore. You have nothing to lose by asking her for your shit back, just do it. If she gets pissed, who cares? Once you get your stuff back you never have to talk to her again.\n\nJust call/email/get in touch with her and politely ask if she still has your things, and if she would mind sending them back to you. ",
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DAE sneeze when they stare at the sun? | You don't have to stare directly into the sun, but if I look at the bright light for a few seconds I can induce a sneeze every time. Does this happen to anybody else? | 17 | [
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"body": "It's called the \"photic sneeze reflex\", and it's relatively common. It's also believed to be genetic.",
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"body": "[Photic sneeze reflex](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photic_sneeze_reflex)\n\nI have it too, not always, but sometimes. Happens when I've been in a dark room for enough time, then go out into bright sun that's bright enough. Fucking sucks, and I heard somewhere that it can render you unable to become an Air Force pilot.",
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"body": "I used to do this all the time - now it's only occasionally. Wanna know why? [Get the straight dope.](http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/527/why-do-some-people-sneeze-when-going-out-into-bright-light)\r\n",
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So you want to freelance? Here's a couple thoughts from a guy who used to freelance and now owns a company. | • You can try and market yourself to end clients like the local real estate agent, a dentist, some random musician, a car dealer, or whatever but in the long run you're much better off trying to find repeat business working for web development companies or ad agencies. Why? Because that dentist is an amateur will somehow find a way to drag a 2 week project out to 3 months. With these one-off sites you'll do so much more work for the same amount of money. If you freelance for an established company they will manage the client and they will manage you: you'll receive assets on time, your goals will be clear, and so on.
• Develop a one page portfolio. People are busy. No one has time to figure out your site. Be grateful that someone read your email and clicked on your link. Everything they need to sum you up should be contained in that click. Name, location, contact, and work examples.
• If someone has an add for a full-time person do not send an emailing saying you'll work off site. This is a loser move.
• If you are not from the same location as your client make that clear.
• Do not make me use a form to contact you. Use a normal email link.
• Be clear about your hourly rate. If you don't, right now, know what to charge by the hour then you should charge $30. I can hear the insanity starting up on this one but let you tell you why I say 30 bucks an hour or less (design, Flash, development it doesn't matter). If you don't know what to charge you don't have a lot of experience. In fact you don't have any at all. Currently I receive about 50 applications for an advertised $15 an hour job (you'll need to make 2x a salaried person). One third of the people who apply have a degree, a few examples of completed work, and are very in need of work. These people will also be slow when I pull them in and will take a couple months to understand how to build a billable product. So, if you are just getting started and know a few languages or can build a little Flash this does not mean you should expect a senior rate.
• Once you hash out your rate and the scope of the job from your client bill 50% down before you get started. This is totally common ESPECIALLY with new clients. many of the freelancers who work with me just drop an invoice at the end of the job because they know they're going to get paid. If there's no previous relationship then take care of business: it's your responsibility.
• 80% of your work will come from 20% of your clients. So, if you land a gig with an agency or web shop, do a good job because most likely they will bring you back at some point. If you do a website for the balloon shop down the corner you will never hear from them again (rule 1) but they may refer you. Don't forget that. The goal is repeat business not fighting for every single job.
• Pay you taxes. No really pay your taxes. You will slowly drive yourself into debt if you don't peal off 20% to 30% of your invoice and hand it to the IRS on a quarterly basis. If you don't have the discipline to do that then forget freelancing altogether. I'm dead serious about this. You are basically running a small business. Freelancing isn't just a cool way to work from home. It's hard work and you have to have your shit together. People will pay late. Your cash flow is going to be all over the place. Even if you get 80 bucks and hour for a job and feel like your getting somewhere you have to understand that you rate will be cut in half because you will NOT work for that same amount of time. Effectively you are making half of what you bill THEN you have to pay taxes on that and you need to get your own heath insurance.
Freelancing isn't something you do casually. You need your game face on 24/7. Work for companies not clients. Be clear on who you are and make that easy for people to see on your portfolio. Bill 50% down and stay on top of your taxes.
Good luck.
EDIT: Thanks for the positive feedback. If you wanted to turn this into a casual IAMA I'm cool with that.
ABOUT ME: I built my first site in '95. It was published in a couple magazines and a book. Later I freelanced with not a whole lot of experience but somehow managed to feed my wife and kids. After that I worked at a small digital ad shop. Finally I started my own business. I've hired a lot of full-time and freelance people and I've seen a million portfolios.
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"body": "Wholeheartedly agree with the above sentiments and would add this:\n\n* **Have a rock-solid contract.** One that outlines payment (including the 50% retainer suggested above), services, et al.\n\nI'm tired of hearing \"the client never paid!\" or \"now they're asking for X and I don't want to do it for free, but...\"\n\nIf you have a good contract you won't have many of these issues and if you do run into problems you've got a legal document that both parties have seen and agreed to that can be used.",
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"body": "> that dentist is an amateur will somehow find a way to drag a 2 week project out to 3 months.\n\nYes, yes, and oh god, yes",
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"body": "I agree with the OP with the exception of the first point. Design firms can be a good source of work very early on, but ultimately they don't pay well, you don't retain the client for future work and they're always getting resumes of people that are cheaper and better than you. I've been freelancing for about 12 years and half my income comes from clients I've had for almost 10 years. The first 2 years were spent hopping from design firm to design firm doing pick up jobs whenever they had too much work, too much work isn't something that's going around a lot these days. Ultimately I'd rather a client drag a project out for 3 months if he will *return* for more work in the future and if I'm worth my salt then he will be happy with my work and my patience. That return work is how freelancers make a living after all. Obviously if you would like to work *in* a design firm/ad agency then my point is moot because the best way to do that is for them to work with you first, but if you truly want to freelance then you should work for whomever you can but focus on building your own client base from day one.",
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"body": "I hire a lot of free lance workers, and a few suggestions I have are:\n\n1. Don't bid on projects that you are not capable of completing for a set amount of money. I have had to terminate many freelancers because they did not read initial proposals in depth. This just wastes everyones time especially yours.\n\n2. Have a way for easy communication like IM, google wave, email, skype. Be available when you say you will be.\n\n3. Do not ask questions that have already been answered, but do ask questions that need clarification. So many times someone will give me a project back saying \"here I think it's done\". No it's not done unless you have completed the set objectives and have not cut corners. If corners are cut, you might get paid but you won't be getting any repeat business.\n\nHopefully this gives some ppl an idea what the employers are looking for, and I might sound like a bit of a dick. At the end of the day we are all in this to make money, if you waste time you are only screwing yourself and won't get repeat business. There are a lot of people eager to get in to a long term freelancing position and I will cut anyone for any reason if they don't live up to standards that I hold.\n\nClear communication, honesty and skills will get you far in this game.",
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"body": "OP has all very good points. In Holland 60% of all starters don't make it past the first 3 years and 4 out of 5 times it's because of tax debt (I don't know the numbers for the US, but it won't be much different).\n\nI've been freelancing as a developer for 15 years now and in that time my work also almost all came from about 20% of my clients. Besides working for agencies something that worked for me is [vertical marketing](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertical_market). If a client approaches you for a custom application, often other companies in the same industry have the same problem. If you build your application (or website) generic enough, chances are you can sell it to similar companies for a little less money and a lot less development time. You do have to be open about this towards the initial client. A few times a client agreed to a discount in return for me keeping the rights to market the product.",
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"body": "I've freelanced for a number of years now. I've mostly done it casually, to make some extra cash on the side. This part about taxes scares me. How do I begin? ",
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"body": "I think I've given this same advice several times on Reddit, but it's important enough to state again: get an accountant. With your first check, get an accountant. Do not wait to get an accountant. Don't even try to do them yourself, you're going to be too busy working or trying to get work. If you have enough time to do your own accounting, then become an accountant. ",
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"body": "Spot on. Quarterly taxes is key too. I know too many designers who ended up with a 30 thousand IRS bill in april...",
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"body": ">Work for companies not clients.\n\nIs this still good advice for someone really new to web dev freelancing? Would you say that it's worth the trade off of a sub-par client to get the experience rather than wait for a lucky break with a company who will be better to work with?",
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"body": "Love all the suggestions. The only one I'm confused about is: Do not make me use a form to contact you. Use a normal email link.\n\nI absolutely hate having to open up my email [or by god, if I accidently click on a mailto: link without Outlook configured] to send a freelancer a question/quote/etc. What is so deathly wrong with forms in your eyes?\n\nI think there is a difference between a good/and bad form. A good form should give me the option of an email receipt, and be very basic. A bad form is one that has required slots that wipe my data when I didn't fill your precious form out properly.\n\nAlso, what is number before you have to start filing taxes for your freelance work? For example, I've been taking small $20-25 dollar jobs coding clan sites, just to get the practice. Surely I don't need to talk to an accountant for 4-5 of those jobs a month.\n\nThanks for your time/remarks.",
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"body": "Proposals: I like the idea of microtargeting. That is, building a relatively small and focused list of people I know absolutely need my services and contacting them. Versus just blindly mass mailing to every business in my geographical area. \n\nWhen sending out proposals, what is your advice when it comes to paper? Clearly branded stuff is the only professional thing to do. But is standard printer paper okay? A heavier, but still relatively cheap variety? Or should I gun for good resume paper?\n\nEdit: Typo",
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"body": "Could you please tell me what a good portfolio looks like? \n\nI'm a software engineer/web developer and I'm not sure how to build my portfolio - make different websites etc or maybe I should get a Microsoft certification or just practice my craft (I think this has the most real value but is hard to show on an interview. What is the most beneficial when applying for a developer position in an agency? The websites that i build were mostly corporate and I can't really show them off because I wasn't the only person who created them. \n\nAlso how does one explain that some work might not be the best but that's all we had time for and it was good enough for that time?\n\nThanks!",
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What is the best iPhone GPS tracker for a ski trip? | I am going on a ski trip next week and would like to track my distance, speed, etc. Has anyone done this on a ski trip, and if so, what GPS tracker app did you use? I've tried a few demos, but nothing blew me away.
I'd like one that I can export the data Google Maps, but more importantly one with lots of good stats. I haven't found one specific to skiing, so I don't know if the faster speeds will affect a tracker that was made for hikers.
What does reddit use? | 14 | [
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"body": "I use [RunKeeper](http://www.runkeeper.com). Lite version is free, it does the usual statistical data (speed, altitude, pace) has nice web support (Google maps integration / export / public activities). You can lock iPhone while running it. Battery lasts ~5 hours with no iPod/Wifi/Push/3G turned on. It supports lots of activities like walking/cycling/hiking/downhil skiing/ swimming. Free version doesn't support playing from iPod playlists.",
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somewhat broken---mostly lost | I figured if this isn't the perfect place to display this piece... it's at least the best there ever was
so I present to you, the industrial hookah
http://i.imgur.com/VxxaS.jpg
this thing was made out of a hydraulic cylinder, and some air/plumbing parts. Plus it had two custom milled (one steel, one aluminum) bowls. the aluminum one would hold an entire 20 sack of commercial stuff. here it is next to a contact container for comparison http://i.imgur.com/A29cy.jpg
the gauge you see on the front is a vacuum gauge that always guaranteed people would try too hard and coughed (and on more than one occasion puked) their face off. luckily for us though, i'm a thinker and decided early on to install a one way check valve inside on the bottom of the pipe the smoke goes through. this way when people cough into the tube they are unable to blow water out the top ruining the weed. Also has hand valves you can see for turning off the individual tubes.
here it is with both bowls on top http://i.imgur.com/yHuwJ.jpg
and currently, i have no idea where it is. the vacuum gauge is cracked (but still worked) and it probably needs a good cleaning. maybe one day i'll find him again... every couple years i hear about it still being around from somebody. i ask not for your pity... just wanted a place for the cough machine to live
PEACE OUT | 7 | [
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"body": "This is the perfect place :)\n\nAnd that looks like an awesome smoking apparatus :O\n\nHow long did it take to make it?\n\n\n-Zyberst\n\nPS: Me want",
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IAmA Former Mormon Who Ran Away Twice
Successfully. On An Airplane The Second Time. AMA. | I Am A Former Mormon Who Ran Away From Two Homes Successfully. The Second Time Was Via Airplane. Ask Me Anything.
I was born into a famlily that has been Mormon ever since the religion was started in the 1830's. I ran away from my mom's house at 10. Walked straight to the police station one day after she beat me bloody.
I went to live with my aunt and uncle. They were Mormon too... and I ended up "running" away at the age of 16. Saved money from my first job. Packed up my stuff and headed to the airport. Bought a ticket with cash.
Both run away attempts were successful. I never returned to either of those homes. | 11 | [
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"body": "First, I'd like to invite you to come over and visit us at [/r/exmormon](http://exmormon.reddit.com).\n\nSecond, I'd like to ask, out of curiosity, what are the main problems you see with the mormon church, and why do you refer to it as a cult? \n\nPretty sure I'll like your answers, but I think seeing them here could help everyone.",
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"body": "Have you reconnected with your parents since leaving (you mentioned that your father had left the church)?",
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Do any other atheists get really depressed about death? | Once in awhile I get depressed that when I die, I'm gonna be gone forever. The thought just creeps me out. | 8 | [
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"body": "The universe is going to keep going on for a long time. There's always the chance that time-traveling aliens will rescue your consciousness and put it into an android body that will live forever.",
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"body": "I figure that if Moore's Law keeps going just another few decades, I'll be able to upload my brain. Problem solved.",
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avatar script v movie | I'm about halfway though the avatar script and I must say its very good, there are alot of little things they left out of the actual movie that would have added alot more depth and character to the movie to set it apart from all the Pocahontas and unoriginal story criticism running about. Anyone else think the same? or different?
heres the link to the pdf of the script if anyone's interested http://www.foxscreenings.com/media/pdf/JamesCameronAVATAR.pdf | 24 | [
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"body": "cheers for posting this, I read the first 2 pages, will read more later tonight, didn't realise *how* much different. It already has a whole different feel to it.",
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don't ever fucking pop up an update window while i'm typing then shut my pc down cos I happened to hit the wrong key | What is it with applications stealing focus within half a second of a key press? Why does this still happen in Windows 7? | 3 | [
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"body": "We had to install an unimportant update related to creating characters with those little umlauts on them and stuff.",
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Biggest Internet Let-Down of 2009: Wolfram Alpha or Google Wave? | There were two things that I really anticipated in 2009. One was Wolfram Alpha, and one was Google Wave. I'm sure some would disagree with me, but in all honesty I've been let down by both. Neither were they "game changers" people (including the makers) claimed they would be.
I've been patient with both, and rather than see even an upwards trend I've seen the opposite - they've become forgotten about.
As far as Wolfram Alpha goes, every once in a while I'll think of something that would Alpha would be a perfect resource for and then upon checking it, I'm instantly let down. Occasionally there'll be a pleasant surprise, but even in those cases it doesn't provide me with info I could have just found on my own.
Google Wave is just... nothing. I had an account early on, I invited coworkers and friends alike. I've used the apps, I've tried managing projects, I've tried using it as an email client and chat client. It's just a Jack of All Trades, Master of None kind of thing to me...
I personally think Wave was a bigger let down in the end, because while both had rather lofty goals, Wave's *could* have been more revolutionary had it been successful as I see it.
Thoughts? | 10 | [
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"body": "of those two choices, I would say google wave, since I have found wolfram to be FAR more useful in my life (see: calculus help)",
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Hey Reddit, I thought I'd make a list of some awesome Source mods you may or may not know about! | Next, not all of these games are released yet, but their pretty sweet to follow up on. Some of them frequently check their Moddb pages, so you can ask them pretty much anything.
* [Mortewood Plaza](http://www.moddb.com/mods/the-mortewood-plaza)
There's been plenty of Zombie Mods out there. But this one takes the cake. It's basically a mall full of zombies and makeshift weapons. There's a metric tonne of weapons in this mod, all of which the developer takes pictures of and shows them off. There's a Remote Control airplane, waterguns, a hot dog suit, the Portal Gun and even lightsabers. He's even got a place where you can play a full game of pool with your buddies. Best off all, he's planning Co-Op, versus and a single player storyline to go along with the game.
This mods got a bit of work left ahead, but its sole developer "Dec" updates the mod quite frequently, and responds to every comment on his pages.
Although he doesn't take kindly to people who can't read descriptions :P
* [Radiator](http://www.moddb.com/mods/radiator1)
Radiator is a series of short episodic story's written and developed by a single developer. So far there has been two short stories released, "Polaris" and "Handle with care". Polaris was his first attempt at these games, so its a bit rough around the edges, however "Handle with care" is great. He has a third story in the works, which should be released any day now.
The stories all have 2 or 3 different endings to them, based on how you play, and each ending has a different meaning. It will take you a while to process each storyline, but their each great in their own way.
* [NEOTOKYO°](http://www.moddb.com/mods/neotokyo)
Neotokyo was one of the most hyped mods of last year. It had a IRC launch party with a couple thousand people in attendence. In fact, it was so hyped that it attracted the negative attention of a similar mods community, creating a relationship very similar to the whole "Halo vs Call of Duty" thing.
The mod plays like a futuristic counterstrike. However, instead of purchasing weapons, you level up to acquire new weapons for your class. There are three classes, a stealthy class that can go invisible, and uses mainly SMG's and pistols, an assault class that uses assault rifles and features medium grade armour, and finally a support class that features heavy armour and big guns. Also, each class features a "vision type" that allows them to see a certain way. One class has night vision, another has thermal, and another has a sort of "movement sensor" vision.
I've been told that the graphical style borrows heavily from the anime "Ghost in the Shell", and even has a "anime" filter built into the game.
Finally, it also has an amazing sound engineer, Ed Harrison, who has done all of the music and sound effects for the game. His work is on iTunes, so check it out.
Caution though, this mod is based off of the old version of the Source engine, so it doesn't have the optimizations of the Orange Box engine. The detail is very high on each of the maps, leading to older computers struggling on it. Lastly, it requires a video card that supports DirectX 9, to work with the Vision mode shaders.
* [Age of Chivalry](http://www.moddb.com/mods/age-of-chivalry)
AoC is one of the few mods that can be downloaded straight off steam as if was a standalone game. It is quite popular, and has it's 3rd major content update in the works.
The mod itself is sort of like a multiplayer only Oblivion, minus all the RPG elements, and with a much deeper melee system. It's a class based Medieval brawler in first person. There's quite a few classes, each with it's own specific weapons. There is archers, knights, guys with spears, and even a class that bears a major resemblance to the engineer from team fortress (he's coming in the next content update.).
There's two factions, each has their own art style and voices.
There's also dismemberment and quite a bit of gore, especially when using a siege weapon.
Finally, the team that works on it is always working on updates, similar to the Team Fortress 2 team. The next update features a whole new class (Siege Engineer, very similar to the engineer from TF2) and a a total rework of the animation system. With this next update, AoC will not use a single Half Life 2 animation, quite an impressive feat :D
Since AoC was so popular, valve hosts it and all of it's updates on Steam, allowing you to download and install it like any other game. Check out it's Steam page [here.](http://store.steampowered.com/app/17510/)
* [Goldeneye: Source](http://www.moddb.com/mods/goldeneye-source)
GE:S is a remake of the N64 classic "Goldeneye" in the source engine. It's a multiplayer only game, that tries to stay as faithful to the original as possible. The mod is quite popular, since, you know, it's freaking Goldeneye.
All of the knowledge you have from the N64 version can easily be applied to GE:S. All of the maps are nearly identical to their N64 counterparts, only, with major graphical updates.
The latest update added "Rolling Explosions". Remember how in the N64 game, everything blew up, and the explosions lasted a good five seconds? Well, they do that in GE:S too :P
* [Mario Kart: Source](http://www.moddb.com/mods/mariokart-source)
Another N64 remake, this ones based off of Mario Kart 64. It's still in progress, but they do update on their progress every couple of months.
The difference between MK:S and the original Mario Kart, is that there is going to be ALOT more characters. They have quite a bit of the listed in their screen shots section.
* [BLACKSECTOR](http://www.moddb.com/mods/blacksector-subject-horizon)
Not a lot of details have been released game play wise for this game, but it's quite pretty looking. This ones still got a bit to go, but it's awesome to watch their progress.
* [Perfect Dark: Source](http://www.moddb.com/mods/perfect-darksource)
PD:S is a remake of Perfect Dark for the N64.
This mod hasn't been updated in a while, so I hesitantly call it "Dead" however they have released an Alpha for it, so you can check out the progress they made.
If you haven't played the original Perfect Dark, or, god forbid, you only have ever played the Xbox 360 version, think of PD as a upgraded version of Goldeneye.
* [Star Wars: The New Era](http://www.moddb.com/mods/star-wars-the-new-era)
This ones a long way off too, but, it is being made by the team who created the "Movie Battles" mod for Jedi Academy, so we all now their good for it.
So far, it looks like a candidate for "Battlefront 3". I'm keeping my eyes on this one.
* [Empires](http://www.moddb.com/mods/empires)
Empires is a ancient mod that's been around for a long time. The team who created is probably long gone, but the community is still there. Empires has one of the tightest communities I've ever seen, so you REALLY have to learn the game before you attempt to reason with anyone who plays it.
Empires is a FPS RTS hybrid in the best possible way. 1 player takes an overhead RTS view, while the 31 players on his team become his units.
There's a bunch of classes, each of which levels up throughout the game. On top of that, there's vehicle combat.
* [SHIFT](http://www.moddb.com/mods/shift)
Shift isn't out yet, but it's aiming to be the Source engines first racing Sim. It borrows a lot from Need For Speed (Even it's name apparently).
It's coming a long quite well, so be sure to keep an eye on it.
* [CURSE](http://www.moddb.com/mods/curse)
CURSE is an episodic, Egyptian themed puzzle game that is remarkably well done, and very pretty.
If your into puzzles, check this one out.
* [Eternal Silence](http://www.moddb.com/mods/eternal-silence)
ET is a mod that is similar to Battlefront II's space battles.
You can either dog fight in your snubfighter, or try and land your drop ship into the enemies flagship and take it out from inside.
* [Half Life 2: Tactics](http://www.moddb.com/mods/half-life-tactics)
Still in progress, but it's a turn based strategy game in the Half Life universe.
* [Too Many Crates!](http://www.moddb.com/mods/too-many-crates)
TMC is a crate smashing game where you solve puzzles and smash crates. This mods only recently been released, but is quite good.
* [Insurgency](http://www.moddb.com/mods/insurgency)
Insurgency is one of the most popular mods for HL2, it's very similar to Call Of Duty.
I wasn't a massive fan of it, but it's worth it to check it out. Like Age of Chivalry, it's available on steam.
* [Fortress Forever](http://www.moddb.com/mods/fortress-forever)
Team Fortress 2, while awesome, doesn't bear that much resemblance to the first game. Fortress Forever recreates the original Team Fortress in the source engine, keeping with the original games game play and balance.
* [Korsakovia](http://www.moddb.com/mods/korsakovia)
"The paramedics report that they were unable to find his eyes. We think he may have eaten them."
Still have no clue what was going on in this mod, but it's a real work of art. This mod focus's on storyline rather than looking pretty.
Extremely experimental game play. I can't even find the words to describe it. If your into weird stuff, check this one out.
**EDIT:**
* [Research and Development](http://www.moddb.com/mods/research-and-development)
Research and Development is shooter without guns. It's genre on ModDB is "FPS" but it's more of a violent puzzle game.
**TL;DR**
Check out “Age of Chivalry”, “Radiator”, “Korsakvoia”, “Too Many Crates!”, “Empires”, “CURSE”, and “Goldeneye: Source”.
Thanks for reading, I probably missed a few, but these are the ones you should really check out.
P.S; If you like any of these mods, vote for them on ModDB. It's a great moral boost for people who just like making games for the fun of it. | 145 | [
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"body": "You forgot [The Hidden: Source](http://www.hidden-source.com/downloads.htm). This was my favourite HL2 mod.",
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"body": "A few more I forgot to mention:\n\n* [Dino D-Day](http://www.moddb.com/mods/dino-d-day)\n\nNazi's + Dinosaurs.\n\n\nStill a work in progress, but theirs a short demo to play through. This one was a stealth release that not very many people knew about.\n\n* [Jailbreak: Source](http://www.moddb.com/mods/jailbreak)\n\nEvery time someone dies in JB:S, they get thrown into the opposing teams jail, you can bust them out by hitting the release switch.\n\nThis ones been nominated for MOTY too.\n\n",
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"body": "I was really excited about Mortewood Plaza, except it turns out it isn't released yet. Bummer. Also, I would put Dystopia on your list.",
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"body": "[Pirates, Vikings, Knights II](http://pvkii.com)\n\nSilly, but incredibly fun (and free) HL2 mod. Still being developed, but there is a playable version out.",
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"body": "Dear Esther is fantastic too. Deserves to be on that list. It's absolutely haunting. I enjoyed it more than thechineseroom's later project Korsakovia. Plus, the level design remake in progress looks [absolutely fantastic](http://www.littlelostpoly.co.uk/devblog).",
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"body": "I'be always seen AoC on steam but never gave it a second look, but if it it's like your discription I'll check it out. Also, even though it won't be out for a while, [Black Mesa: Source](http://www.blackmesasource.com/) is worth mentioning. ",
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What, other than geography, makes you a southerner? | I was thinking that I have a loyalty to my friends that, I thought, is a uniquely southern thing. Yourself? | 11 | [
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"body": "Southern Hospitality, it's real, and to me its what defines the south. Of course there is always the food, fried chicken gizzards, turnip greens, grits, (sweet tea like escorn said), etc.. ",
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"body": "Smiling and saying hello to random strangers, and having them do it back to me. Whenever I travel anywhere I always miss that.\n\nAlso, Chick-fil-a and CocaCola keep me going, and southern food is fantastic.",
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"body": "Understanding that college football is REAL football, not the NFL. And, also understanding that the SEC is the best fb conference.",
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I have a HUUUGEE hockey game tonight and I'm the goalie, any tips reddit? | Im from a small town in Mass, and up till this year (my senior year) my team has been awful. This year we actually have a chance at winning the whole thing, and fulfill my childhood dream. Since people on reddit are very intelligent and knowledgeable, i was wondering if anyone had any experience or tips to share?
EDIT: we got a goal called back for having a man in the crease with 1.5 seconds left in the game, and lost 4-3. God dammit, my hopes are crushed...fuck, fuck, mother fucker.. That is all | 5 | [
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"body": "-hydrate\n\n-have a nap before\n\n-don't over think it, you'll likely play better if you're just having fun\n",
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"body": "YMMV, but stuff that worked for me/my team (A lot of this is hockey fundamentals so you've probably already heard it):\n\nAs a Goalie:\n\n* You can be out of the crease to up to the faceoff spots in your zone when the puck is up ice.\n* You should be out in front of the crease when the puck is in the other zone so you're positioned in case of a breakaway.\n* If you have problems protecting your 5 hole, put the tip of your stick on the inside of the blade on your right skate and the upright part of the blade against your pad, and push down on the stick into the ice. \n* If you have problems protecting against high angle shots, position your pad right in front of the goal post, overlapping somewhat with the stick down as before.\n* if you have problems with forwards coming across your crease and getting a shot on the far side, focus on poking the puck away from the forward rather than waiting for the shot.\n* In a odd man break play the puck, the defense is responsible for making sure you have time to reposition after a pass.\n* As goalie, you always have a clean view of almost all of the ice, you should have signals for attack (unexpected turnover in your favor), defend (unexpected turnover in their favor), loose puck, icing to your end, and delayed penalty. There's a lot more you can do, but if you don't have those, you're dead.\n\nOn Defense:\n\n* In an odd man break always play the pass first. Even if the pass gets through, there should not be a clean shot.\n* Once the other team is established in the zone, one of the defense is responsible for the slot (the area right in front of the goalie). A forward in the slot should never get a clean shot, or be allowed to screen the goalie.\n\nAs Forwards:\n\n* Always fore-check with at least one man, unless in a line change. Fore-checking is the act of attacking the player in their zone handling the puck. You won't usually get a turnover, but forcing the other team to commit to a play improved your team's ability to defend\n* When passing up ice on to the left side, you can aim for the boards about even with the player your passing to and it will ricochet off the board right to his forehand (assuming he's right handed).",
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"body": "I played as a AAA goaltender in high school. I always followed a ritual when prepping for a game because it always put me in the same state of mind. My ritual was:\n\n* Watch video of truly great players. \n* Listen to music that motivates you.\n* While dressing, quietly visualize how you *want* to play. \n* Warm up and stretch thoroughly.\n* If someone is screening you, and doing a damn good job at it, you can put your stick right on the heel of their skate and push forward with your foot. Sometimes that's enough to throw them off balance and make them shift enough for you to see the puck or miss a tip.\n* Pretend you're in prison and don't show emotion. Nothing more intimidating than a goaltender who's on fire but has a 'business as usual' demeanor. \n* Communicate with your team! You can see things that they might not be able to, so yell to them and let them know!\n",
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"body": "* You have to stay calm and treat this just like any other game.\n* Don't try to do more than you normally do.\n* Yell for your defensemen if you're being screened -- or do whatever you normally do to communicate that.\n* Control your rebounds.",
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DAE think trying to fit into "corporate culture" is a soul-sucking endeavor? | Is it just me or is “corporate culture” just another way of continuing and justifying high-school cliques? In order to succeed in the business world, you must act and speak in a certain way. Unless you are well-liked, then you can do whatever you want and the rules will be re-interpreted to help maintain the status of the “cool kids.” Comments? | 16 | [
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"body": "It's effectively the same thing as 'political culture'. Saying the right things, wearing the right clothes, and kissing the right asses is at least as important as your actual output.",
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I am so pissed with all the people who says that the earthquake in Haiti is god's punishment. | I am from Dominican Republic and most of my friends are Christians. I don't know how they can say that what is happening in Haiti is a punishment from god for witchcraft and paganism. /sigh
**Edit**: I just found a living proof: [Pat Robertson](http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201001130024) | 83 | [
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"body": "If you want to understand, you need to reverse the normal mode of thinking. To a religious person, everything that happens is the will of whatever god you happen to worship. There was an earthquake in Haiti, and to them this must be because their god wanted there to be an earthquake in Haiti. Since they believe their god is not arbitrarily cruel, that must mean that Haitians are being punished.",
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"body": "What can I say, my friend, people are assholes.\n\nYou and I know it's irrational and insensitive crap.\n\nMaybe just say to them, \"You're a complete shithead, so I gotta wonder what God's punishing *you* for.\"",
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"body": "[The Archbishop of Port-Au-Prince was killed in the earthquake](http://www.miamiherald.com/news/breaking-news/story/1422923.html)\n\nHave them explain that one..",
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"body": "they only say this because most of the bible belt and heartland are pretty safe from any tectonic activity. apparently god doesn't punish people with tornadoes and snow storms. ",
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"body": "Yeah the Jesus fan club said similar things when Katrina hit New Orleans. It's pretty safe to save your breath and just ignore them as they will move on to another stupid topic rather quickly.",
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"body": "Secular Europe and godless Australia probably has the fewest Old Testament-type disasters of any part of the world. God smiles on legal pot, free love and socialized medicine apparently.",
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DAE think Sarah Palin going to Fox News will be just fine, so long as it keeps her out of politics? | I just know too many people who would happily and ignorantly pull the lever for her for president. I'm not knocking republicans, I'm knocking her complete lack of ability to be a good president, and the idea scares the hell out of me. So, put her on fox, make her happy, just keep her out of any public office!
EDIT: Instead of saying "keeps her out of politics" i should have said "keeps her out of office" - but I don't consider fox news real politics anyway =) | 6 | [
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"body": "She tried to stay away from doing interviews during the election, and still every time she opened her mouth SNL had new golden material. If she's on fox she'll say enough to discredit herself in the first month that she will stand no chance at running for office.",
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"body": "Yeah, actually this just multiplies the opportunities for her to discredit herself. By 2012, there ought to be enough clips of her committing political suicide that the Democrats can start their own 24 hour cable blooper reel.",
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"body": "I watched her go on O'Reily's show last night and he was throwing her a lot of soft balls as one might expect. I could definitely see her being able to make intelligible statements with this opportunity. Shes going to know exactly whats going to be on the program and what all the others are saying before they air. If she can't ready for that then this is going to turn into one hell of a field day. Plus she can defend herself on a nightly basis to her whole constituency. This whole thing could swing either way for her, and if she plays her cards right she just might end up as the Tea Party Presidential candidate.",
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What is an (A) extinct (B) nonexistent job that you think you would be your ideal job? | (A) I'd love to be a viking. I have a red beard with brown hair. I love boats, I love salt water and fresh air, I love swords and exercise, and I love dominating small English villages.
(B) I'd love to be an X-wing pilot. 'nuff said.
EDIT: Title should be "What is an (A) extinct (B) nonexistent job that you think would be your ideal job?"
*sigh*
EDIT2: I love you all. Thank you for making me realize imagination is alive and well. | 154 | [
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"body": "I'd love to manage and develop an enemy-matchmaking website (similar to dating sites, but the opposite).",
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"body": "A) I'd love to be a medieval English villager. I'm pasty white. I like land. I love fresh air. I love the sharp end of swords and sprinting. And I love being dominated.\n\nB) I'd love to be a tie-fighter pilot.\n",
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"body": "An adventurer. Like in 99% of RPGs, your job is running around, discovering shit, slaying dragons and opening treasure chests. I don't know if that was ever a viable occupation, but goddamn if I dont want to do it.\r\n\r\nOr a pirate. Whiskey and wenches all day are worth the scurvy.",
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"body": "A) I'd like to own a speakeasy. A legal bar is good but I think a speakeasy adds coolness. B) Vaginal adjuster. ",
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"body": "A. Cartographer. When I was a kid, I used to map out the paths, streams, and whatnot in the forest behind my house. \n \nB. X-Man.",
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"body": "It must have been neat to be a scientist during ye olden tymes, where a couple of guys in a lab could make amazing discoveries about the fundamental nature of our universe. Seems like all the low-hanging knowledge was picked clean long before I was born.\n\nEver see that [Nova episode](http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/zero/) about absolute zero?\n\nB: Alien linguist",
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"body": "[Dino Rider](http://www.secretdancemoves.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/dino-riders.jpg) or a Jedi....can't decide between the two",
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"body": "Master Exception-Maker. I would work for any sufficiently (stupidly) complicated bureaucracy. I would just mingle among everyone and wield the authority to override ANY rule, when the situation is right. On the other hand, when the rule smartly fits the situation (this will be rare), I'll kindly explain why. I'll have a stamp that says EXCEPTION!! in a really nice font next to a head-shot of myself.",
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"body": "A) Blacksmith...sure they still exist but they don't mean the same thing in the community as they did back in the medieval times and earlier.\n\nB) A General ...[of a United Earth Space Force? Navy?] During an inter-galactic war with aliens.",
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"body": "I'm an atheist. I think one of the saddest realizations I've ever had is that the perfect job for me would be a minister.",
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"body": "A) I've always wanted to be a real grave digger. \n\nNot with machines or anything. In the moonlight, holding your rusty pickaxe and shovel, digging with your bare hands deep into the earth until you accomplish your goal. And it's not just mindless digging, you have a real purpose, and once you finish there is going to be a fucking body thrown in it. I imagine it being such a satisfying job, and you would never worry about the market dying.\n\nB) Ambassador to other planets.",
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"body": "A. I'd love to be an old-school Christian monk--one living and dying in Anatolia, being born after *anno domino* 325 and dying before *anno domino* 1054. I'd like to be able to call myself a citizen of the Roman Empire and be one of those keeping knowledge of the past alive for future generations. Also, developing brewing traditions (/r/beer folk: Christian monks are responsible for a lot of brewing lore) would be fun.\n\nB. Captain of a *Galaxy* (or *Sovereign*, even if the only good film with one of those was *First Contact*) class starship, preferably one of the original models, not a Dominion War-era refit, just not the *Yamato*, *Odyssey*, or *Enterprise* (they all end badly\\*). I should not have to justify this.\n\nIn any case, my ideal retirement is to run off and become the Doctor's latest companion.\n\n\\*That said, I would not object to becoming Jean-Luc Picard. Again, I should not have to justify this.",
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"body": "(A) Midwife \r\n\r\n(B) Im really really good at pointing out what celebrity random strangers look like. ",
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"body": "I would like to operate a repair shop. I want people to bring me things and I can fix them for them. Now everyone just throws everything out. It makes me sad.",
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"body": "A. I would probably enjoy being one of those guys who made papyrus paper 5000 years ago. I don't know what they're called, or if they had a name. Probably been lost to the sands of time at this point.\n\nB. Asteroid wrangler.",
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"body": "(A) Ninja. The old-school kind.\r\n\r\n(B) condom tester - this probably exists but not the way I'm picturing it",
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"body": "A) Gunslinger. I don't have any burning desire to kill people for hire, but I like looking really fucking bad ass. So awesome.\n\nB) If there was some way that this could be classified as a job, i'd want it. I'd have the ability to freeze time and be able to weightlessly move any objects around. I would just go fuck with my friends and random people all day. I'd continually lift them 1\" off the ground, unfreeze time and they'd drop, then i'd freeze time again and lift them 1\" off the ground, and unfreeze, and repeat for what would seem like an eternity to them. I would also take people driving on the highway out of their cars but leave them in driving position at car height. They'd fly through the air and scream, then right before they would hit the ground and die/get mangled, i'd put them back in their car, like nothing happened. I would move cars so they were about to hit brick walls and people would scream in terror, then i'd move them back to where they were driving before. I want to professionally fuck with people all day long via the use of time and space manipulation.",
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"body": "(A) Philosopher. Like Socrates and Aristotle. In addition to ruminating on the meaning of life and whatnot, I'd do fucking science and experiment with nature.\n\n(B) Bard. Not history bard, DnD bard. I'd like to sing epic godamn songs and be able to cast spells and stab people as well. That'd be sweet.",
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"body": "(A)I'd love to be a blacksmith (medieval to ~1880's) , a proper one whom the entire town/neighbourhood would rely on to shoe horses, craft ironworks, construct armour etc. From what I've read, they lived comfortable (if cramped and hot) lives, I enjoy working with my hands, metallurgy and fabrication fascinates me, and because of their proximity to heat didn't suffer from many diseases and ailments.\n\n(B) Roving independent hitman and tactical badass (maybe these do exist... [but](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackwater_Worldwide) [shhhhhhh](http://www.ustraining.com/new/index.asp)) \n\nEdit: second link",
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"body": "I would like to bring back the days of artistic patronage. I'd be totally cool working for some Austrian prince for good pay and a nice house.",
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"body": "(A) No idea.\n\n(B) Somebody who cheers up people. And no, not in a psychologist \"you-pay-me-and-i-fix-your-crap-with-prefabbed-processes\" way. More like a friend on sale. Except really cheap. ",
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"body": "A) Confederate aristocratic cavalry officer. I love horses, I love shooting, I love inherited money, I hate people from New York!\n\nB) Automobile Historian. I would seriously kill a man for that job.",
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"body": "(A) Medieval jester/entertainer. Make an ass of yourself in front of the king, be seen as part of the royal court.\n\n(B) The goddamn Batman.",
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"body": "I want to be a B-Wing pilot. I love taking down capitol ships with snub fighters, and I did really well with them when I played the B-Wing expansion to X-wing. \n\nI always hoped I would do well enough that one day I would be contacted by the Rebel Alliance (a la 'The Last Starfighter') but alas...\n\nOther than that I would like to be paid to watch netflix all day and write reviews. ",
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"body": "A [railroad switch](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Railroad_switch) operator.\n\nI have heard that this was the dream job for the failed philosopher that involved many hours of waiting, and then a few minutes of work.",
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"body": "(A) a dinosaur\n(B) a god\n\n(on a serious note, I'd do a lot to be a space cowboy/entrepreneur; think Mal Reynolds)\n",
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"body": "a) Owner of a brothel.\n\nb) Girl that just sits around in my undies, tall socks and glasses all day while reading epic fantasy and getting paid for it. Yeah, that would rock. \n\nInstead, I just (did) tech support :(",
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"body": "Airship Pirate.\n\nExplorer.\n\nJester.\n\n[Prompter](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prompter) - not particularly fun, but as a modern theatre technician I just think it's a funny job.",
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"body": "Non-Existent: (In no particular order)\n\n* A \"Protagonist\" from the Venture Bros. universe\n* Jedi\n* Superhero (DC, Marvel, Image, etc.)\n* Space Cowboy (A la Firefly)\n* Inquisitor from Warhammer 40k\n* Wizard (of many varieties)\n* Ranger of the North\n\n\nExtinct:\n\n* Any Artisan craftsman. From Cobbler to Blacksmith to Swordsmith and back, craftsmanship and fine quality goods are becoming almost impossible to find these days. :(((\n",
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"body": "Renaissance Man\n(basically extinct in this day and age where you must specialize in ONE thing to get a job)",
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Are there any tattoo artists on Reddit? | I do not have any tattoos and would like to get one. I'd like to get the [Flammarion Woodcut](http://imgur.com/PzbmF) on my upper thigh, but I'm afraid it's too detailed. Are there any tattoo artists on reddit who could offer me some advice? Also, what are some examples of your finest work? | 4 | [
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"body": "[heathen13](http://www.reddit.com/user/heathen13)\n\nAlso, check out [this info](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/anzft/if_you_can_designdraw_it_ill_get_it_tattood_on_me/c0ik2ca) which was posted in recent tat-related thread.",
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What should I do with my FIRST Robotics team? | Thank you Epicgeek for your actual answer to my proposed question, I have removed said question in favor of one that fits the title better.
What should my team build/do as a side project? | 3 | [
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"body": "You need to build a robot named DEFENDOR. You must teach him to love.\n\nDEFENDOR should be built out of the strongest alloy available, so that he can best lesser robots in combat. You should coat him with rust-resistant paint, and sing to him lovingly while you do so. This will facilitate the emotional bonding process.\n\nMake sure that DEFENDOR has two power sources, because movies have taught us that inevitably his first power source will be destroyed at some point during a critical combat situation. I recommend using portable fusion reactors. Whatever you do, don't use dell laptop batteries from before 2006, or DEFENDOR will probably explode.\n\nKeep an eye on the competition so that you can figure out who your enemy is. This will be a robot who is much bigger than DEFENDOR, will probably have giant claws instead of hands. He will be easily recognized by his name- something along the lines of NEMISTRON, or DESTRUCTO.\n\nDo not even try teaching a robot named DESTRUCTO how to love- it is a waste of time. When you have spotted the enemy robot, instruct DEFENDOR to analyze its weaknesses. DEFENDOR won't find any. Don't panic. The enemy robot's weakness is that it cannot love. This will become apparent during a final, epic battle.\n\nYou should get a bulletproof vest. You will probably be shot at some point in the battle. This will be the catalyst which allows DEFENDOR to overcome a seemingly fatal wound, and destroy the enemy robot. If you die, it will make your tale more dramatic, but I recommend wearing the vest so that you may live on to participate in the sequel. ",
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Reddit help! I started taking a Fish Oil supplement and now my balls smell like fish ALL THE TIME. | It's starting to affect my confidence. Striking up a conversation with a lady shouldn't involve me asking myself internally when I last washed my balls. I ate a lot of fish when I lived with my parents, and it was never a problem, but now that I've started taking this supplement since I've moved out on my own and can't afford fish, it's a constant thing. I don't have overly sweaty balls or anything.
It's Spring Valley one-a-day, and I take one a day. Please don't tell me to stop taking it because I don't have any other way to get it. | 15 | [
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"body": "I suspect that the oil is of poor quality and much of it goes undigested. I think it is not your balls, but your ass that the fish oil is seeping out of. Farting will cause the vapor of the undigested oil to gather in your pants, imparting your loins with a fishy, malodorous and greasy residue. \nI recommend you change to a high quality oil like NutraSea brand. The costco and other bulk brands are often mixed with filler pass through your digestive system without breaking down. ",
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"body": ">Striking up a conversation with a lady shouldn't involve me asking myself internally when I last washed my balls.\n\nActually, its not a bad habit. ",
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"body": "you think that's bad? after i had 69 with the little mermaid, my *head* smelled like fish for two weeks. \r\n\r\nnutritional supplements are for weak-minded, gullible fools who will believe whatever the advertiser tells them. you can't afford fish? if i gave you a fish, it would only feed you for a day, but if you bothered to learn how to fish, it would feed you for a lifetime. get cracking!",
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"body": "Its fine, seriously, what women would call you out on smelling like fish? Sounds a little hypocritical. ",
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"body": "Have you considered the pills have nothing to do with how your balls smell, and it's something else, like a fungal infection?",
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"body": "Odd. I take salmon oil suppliments daily, no issues here. Make sure it's molecularly filtered, screens out heavy metals mid-upper level fish in the food chain are prone to.",
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AskProggit: why are most VMs stack-based? | I've been reading about VMs lately and ran into a curious phenomenon: most of them are stack-based even though it would seem that register-based VMs are more efficient (according to [this](http://www.usenix.org/events/vee05/full_papers/p153-yunhe.pdf) and [this](http://www.lua.org/doc/jucs05.pdf). PDF warning.) Code size itself might be larger (~25% apparently), but it's much faster to execute due to having less instructions to dispatch.
Why is this?
Oh, and as a follow-up question: if you were designing a VM, which architechture would you use?
Edit: Wow, lots of great answers. Thanks guys! I found [joesb's answer](http://www.reddit.com/r/programming/comments/ap6wt/askproggit_why_are_most_vms_stackbased/c0ipcg3) especially enlightening in its conciseness. | 66 | [
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"body": "Google's Dalvik VM (their JVM implementation that runs on Android) is register based. Dalvik's wikipedia page touches on register based vs stack based briefly: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalvik_virtual_machine",
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"body": "Because it's really easy, plus most VM's that really care about performance have JITs which moots the whole issue.",
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"body": "It is trivially easy to retarget stack-based byte code to register-based code for any size of register file, and produce efficient code in the process. It is difficult to retarget register-based byte code to a machine with different register-file characteristics than your byte code assumed.\n\nOr, in other words, using stack-based byte code is equivalent to delaying register allocation until translation to native code.\n\nPerformance differences between the two styles are difficult to characterize. Differences could be due to running two interpreting (not compiling) VMs, one on its intended host and the other on a later port that is more mismatched. There may be differences between what optimizations are applied to the byte code, both at generation and execution time.\n\nAs far as compiling VMs go, the compiled code can be just as efficient from either. It just takes more work with a register-based VM to get to that point.\n\nIf I were to write a VM, I'd go with a stack-based byte code.",
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"body": "My uninformed guess would be that it's because register allocation is a difficult problem compared to bumping a stack pointer.\n\nhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Register_allocation",
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"body": "[Inferno](http://doc.cat-v.org/inferno/4th_edition/dis_VM_design) from bell-labs used a register based VM -- specifically to allow easy JIT compilation.\n\nThat said, I guess there are two advantages to stack based machines:\n\n1. Generating code is easier (no need for register allocation, for example) -- the VM is not too low level.\n\n2. You avoid 'premature optimizations'. I.e., the bytecode is high level enough to efficiently compile on many architectures (with more or less registers).\n",
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"body": "One complicating factor might be that you don't know how many registers the target machine will have, how big they are, and whether they are special purpose. Some registers can be scratch registers that don't need to be saved across function calls. Others must be. Not all registers are the same size and not all CPUs have the same number of registers.\r\n\r\nObviously you can fake it and use the stack instead of registers if you don't have as many as the bytecode requires, but then you are faking a stack based VM in a register VM and it might be easier if you just went the stack based route to begin with.\r\n\r\n(EDIT: I should point out here that this is all speculation. I have never written a virtual machine and I may be underestimating, overestimating, or just plain misunderstanding the difficulties. I did write a compiler that had a stack machine back end waaaaaay back in the stone ages, but that's about it).",
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"body": "What do you mean by stack-based?\n\n- Using a stack of activation frames to implement subroutine calls and recursion?\n- Using a data stack to pass parameters between functions?\n- Using a data stack to store temporary values between computations inside functions?\nAll modern language implementations do the first.\n\nSome also have the second two characteristics. In this case, you have a \"two-stack machine\": call stack and data stack. This is the classic Forth machine model.\n\nIf you add a bit of static typing and enforce that the data stack height can be computed at compile time (this basically means two things: every function takes a fixed number of inputs and outputs, and at branch merge points within a function, the stack heights have to match) then it becomes trivial to convert stack code to register code by naming stack locations. At this point you can perform all the classical compiler optimizations and generate machine code. So in that sense two-stack VMs are entirely equivalent to register VMs.",
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"body": "Most modern VMs use a two-stage compilation model: source-code into an intermediate-language (IL, bytecode) and IL into assembly. It is the second stage of compilation which takes care of register assignment and, obviously, this 'back-end' piece is very much aware of register availability and addressing on a given platform.\n\nBy making the VM front-end stack-based you shield language developers from a good bit of archiecture-dependent complexity (since they'll largely be concerned with language -> IL compilation) AND allow your code to potentially be deployed to as many platforms as the back-end supports.",
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"body": "If you care about running on multiple hardware platforms there is one very good reason. Creating a register based VM that runs on a stack based CPU is so hard as to be nearly impossible to do efficiently. On the other hand the inverse, a stack based architecture running on a register based CPU, is easily implemented on register based hardware.\n\nIt is my understanding that the designers of the Java VM were faced with exactly this choice and went with a stack based architecture for exactly this reason.",
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"body": "In the end, the performance of stack vs. register based VMs will be the same if they are using a JIT to generate machine code. That's because the linear register allocation algorithms in VMs are really fast and good enough. If not using a JIT, then a stack VM is easier to implement (this includes most scripting language VMs). There are a few tradeoffs, however. Stack bytecodes tend to be smaller, which means it's easier to send code around, and you can load more code into memory to work on. Also, it's easier for compiler writers to target a simple stack model. Register bytecodes require less work from the VM for register allocation, obviously, and might be a good choice for small devices that don't want to waste too much time/energy on JIT'ing. \n",
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"body": "The short answer is you only have to think about register spilling once in the JIT rather than once in the compilation to a bytecode with a bounded number of registers and once again at JIT time, where you need to deal with moving from the bounded number of registers in your VM to the actual number of registers in the hardware. \n\nFinally, it is a balancing act to write a VM with registers. If your VM has too few registers you don't utilize the hardware well with a naive JIT, if your VM has too many you have no simple JIT possible.",
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"body": "Stack VMs are just incredibly simple. Operations operate an implicit stack. Register-based VMs must name the source and destination targets explicitly, ie. add reg1 reg2 reg3, so the number of opcodes you need to write increases.",
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"body": "No idea, but if I had to guess stack based is probably a more obvious design and easier to implement.",
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"body": "Stack machines are easier to design and easier for a compiler to target.\n\nI think most VMs use JIT compilation to do register allocation. It's just an optimisation, after all, and it's low level enough that it can be done efficiently at the bytecode level. So why bother the compiler writers?",
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"body": "TL;DW - Stack is easier if you're going for a simpler implementation, Register is easier if you're going to compile down to machine code. \n\nAnd while we're at it, look at the new LuaJIT 2 implementation -- a beautiful register VM/JIT. Lua is AFAIK the only dynamic language that uses a register VM (and it's also among the fastest).",
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"body": "It's easier to design and produce the bytecode. Working with registers requires algorithms to allocate (and \"spill\", i.e. swap out to main memory when the space is needed for a different value) registers.",
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Savvy Tax-Preparing Reddit: I want to save some dollars this tax season by preparing my own taxes. What's a good software to use? | For clarification, I am married with dependents and a homeowner. No business deductions or the like. Do you have any suggestions? I am used to using an accountant, but if I can save a few hundred dollars for that fee, I'd like to. Please be candid! | 7 | [
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"body": "I've been using TaxCut for the past 3 years. No problems and easy to use, plus you get the H&R Block audit guarantee thing.\n\nPlus, you can do your taxes online for free if they aren't very complicated. I think both Taxcut and TurboTax both have sites you can use for free if you make less than a certain amount as well. ",
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kids songs with high level vocabularies | propel propel propel your vessel
swiftly through liquid solution
ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic
existence is but an illusion
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and my favorite!
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a trio of visually impaired rodents
a trio of visually impaired rodents
observe how they're motivated
observe how they're motivated
they were all motivated quite strenuously
when the agriculturalist's spouse attempted to remove their posterior appendages with a kitchen utensil
have you ever observed such a spectacle in your entire existence
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"body": "Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific!\r\n\r\nIn vain do I ponder thy nature specific--\r\n\r\nPrecariously poised in the ether capacious,\r\n\r\nClosely resembling a gem carbonaceous;\r\n\r\nScintillate, scintillate, globule vivific,\r\n\r\nIn vain do I ponder thy nature specific! ",
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"body": "Mary had a miniature *Ovis aries*\n\nMiniature *Ovis aries*\n\nMiniature *Ovis aries*\n\nMary had a miniature *Ovis aries*\n\nWhich possessed a wollen coat that would best be represented by the hex triplet #FFFFFF, analogous to winter precipitation.",
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"body": "*Felis catus* is your taxonomic nomenclature,\n\nAn endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;\n\nYour visual, olfactory, and auditory senses\n\nContribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.",
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"body": "Establish a rounded mass of dough,\nEstablish a rounded mass of dough,\nCulinary artist's assistant.\nProcure my contemporaries and I a rounded mass of dough\nWith a high level of expediency.\n\nSynthesize and, in a minuscule manner, impale it\n\nImprint the hieroglyph of \"Beta\",\n\nand introduce it to a rapid combustion boiler,\nwith the intention of providing an ingest-able substance for the offspring and the author",
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"body": "If the entirety of liquid precipitation consisted of various forms of flavored sucrose drops\n\noh, What maginficent liquid precipitation that would be\n\nCongregating on the firmament with my oral cavity fully extended\n\nAhhhh Ah Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah",
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"body": "I decline to consume your #7CFC00 ova/pork carrion combination. \nI respectfully decline, Sam I presume.",
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"body": "At this place we shall encircle a dwarf *Morus rubra*\n\nA dwarf *Morus rubra*\n\nA dwarf *Morus rubra*\n\nAt this place we shall encircle a dwarf *Morus rubra*\n\nAt a time before dawn breaks.",
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"body": "Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O,
\nAnd on that farm he had some vowels, E-I-E-I-O, \nWith an E-E here and an I-I there, \nHere an E, there an I, everywhere an O-O, \nOld MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. ",
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"body": " The infinitesimal arachnid ascended the aqua duct\n Earthward cascaded the deluge and expelled the arachnid outward\n Luminescence emanated and evaporated all of the precipitate\n And the infinitesimal arachnid ascended the aqua duct reiteratively",
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"body": "My sons are fond of this song and watch it about every night along with Badger Badger Badger.\n\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7zo2zY1Zqg",
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To the insane tank with whom I pugged yesterday... | I'm a huge fan of bear tanks. So far, whenever I played with a bear tank, he was definitely above average (unfortunately, it appears death knights are still the opposite, more than a year after Wrath's release). Furthermore, two of the three best tanks I know on my server (Cairne-US) are bears. So, when I was doing the first heroic ever with my new level 80 disc priest, I was pretty happy to see a bear tank.
Now, I completely understand the need some people have to finish heroics quickly. And with my main, after we see the trash goes fine a couple of times, I am delighted when the tank starts chain pulling like crazy. But in order to do that properly, you need two assumptions to be filled: a) the tank is good and well geared, and b) the healer is good and well geared.
I am currently a mediocre healer. I'm not ashamed to admit it, considering I've been leveling to 75 through quests, and did pugs from 76 to 80. Also, my equipment is mostly quest rewards and some normal loot. I have a firm belief in my ability to heal heroics... But not when the tank chain pulls like crazy!
Fortunately, I somewhat managed to cope (mostly thanks to the bear, who was indeed pretty good). I lost one of the melees to trash twice, and we wiped once because the warlock accidentally pulled; a pull which I was able to handle if only we were going ... a bit more ... slowly.
However, the entire experience was pretty stressing. To sum things up, when doing a heroics, remember that sometimes it's not the DPS who are quest blues newcomers, it's the healer... And he really wants to learn his trade, but please give him an opportunity to do so leisurely. | 26 | [
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"body": "spoilers: communication with between your tank and healer is important. silently seething about it in game and then posting an passive aggressive emo rant on reddit the next day is not the solution.\n\n",
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"body": "To be fair, the tank you were running with probably has a mirror rant saved up about the slow healers he's been stuck with. The ones who feel uncomfortable going into a trash pull with less than 3/4 mana. The ones who save up Shadowfiend and Hymn of Hope \"in case they need it later\". The ones who don't trust the tank to stay alive for five seconds while they loot or top themselves up.\n\nI learned more about the capabilities of my class being dragged unwillingly through HoL chain-pulls than I did on all the non-heroic instances I carefully plodded through while leveling.\n\nMy advice would be not to fight the inevitable. Everyone in heroic pugs except you will be overgeared and impatient. Wipes really aren't that big a deal, and in a week or two you'll be just as overgeared as everyone else and wondering why your mana never drops under 80%.",
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"body": "Dunno why, but when I run with bear tanks it seems like they want to finish an instance in 5 minutes...regardless of the mana situation of the healer (or *eek* my mage.)\r\n\r\nI can usually keep up, but if the other dps is crap, I'll usually be pretty low after a boss fight. I just want 15 seconds before you start your next pull mr big bad bear...is that too much to ask?",
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"body": "As one of those tanks that does ridiculous chain pulls, if I'm going too fast, SPEAK UP. I've gotten used to healers that are pretty overgeared. I have no intention of leaving you behind, and causing deaths. I'm more than willing to slow down some to save a few deaths. Deaths take a lot of time. \n\nI will admit. If you're DPS, I'm not slowing down for you though. I don't mean to be rude but you DPS when you catch up. It also gives me more of a threat lead for you to not be there.",
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"body": "Your tank should be watching your mana bar- I know on my bear whenever I see someone low I hit them with a ninervate. \n\nThat said, if the healer isn't at <40% mana, afk, out of range, or scraping someone off the floor, the tank should be pulling, and if the tank can safely pull multiple packs, they should be doing that. If none of those four conditions are happening and you have a problem with the tank pulling, you're the one doing it wrong, not the tank. ",
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"body": "Blame your tank, he's responsible for adjusting the pace of a heroic after a pack or two. You can usually tell how much a group can handle.\n \nYou can go just fine with a not-so-good geared healer, all I got is welfare triumph gear on my warrior tank and with some cooldowns I can handle a good amount of pulls with no healing whatsoever. Avoidance counts, a lot. What's there to heal if you don't get hit ? Nowadays with the Uld, ToC and IC bosses you need to stack shitloads of stamina, but for heroics a 30% dodge chance is heavenly.\n \nDon't be afraid to tell your tank to slow down, if he doesn't and ignores you, well, he's dumb. Let him die once or twice and he'll adjust his \"powerheroix\" pace to yours.",
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"body": "Healer here. 100% agree. Most of the time when I pug using the dung. finder the tank is pulling so fast I can't loot or drink. Luckily I'm a druid. However it would be nice if people were a bit more considerate. I shouldn't have to ask them to give me time to do either.",
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"body": "Yesterday, I had an interesting pug as well. We were in H Gundrak fighting Trollgore, and once we got him down to 20%, the failbear decided to run into the next room, planning the kite the boss and pull all the spider adds.\n\nThe boss ended up evading, regaining all his health, and we almost wiped to a room full of spiders and a boss with full health. He left soon after, probably due to embarrassment lol. I forgive him though. We've all had our own bloopers in wow. I've probably made just as many mistakes as he.",
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Hey reddit, how do I sync my android 1.6 (htc tattoo) birthday info from my google contacts right into the phone... | I've use the web page from google contacts to enhance my contacts metadata with birthdays so i won't forget the dates, however when i sync my phone, no birthdays are sync on the phone... | 5 | [
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"body": "Go to your Gcal webpage on your desktop. \nSettings -> Calendars -> Browse Interesting Calendars (it's on the right edge) -> click on the More tab -> Subscribe to \"Contacts' birthdays and events\"\n",
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IAmA public school teacher in the ghetto - AMA | I have been a public school teacher for over 20 years. I started in a middle class area and moved 10 years ago into the ghetto of a mid-sized city. Our free and reduced lunch count is near 90% and dropout rate about 50%. One recent class consisted of students who were all living in single parent (or grandparent) homes. What do you want to know?
EDIT: Many of the questions are repeats or the answers contained in other threads. If yours doesn't get an answer, it is probably somewhere else. I know you don't want to look, but I don't want to repeat myself. Does that sound like a teacher? | 80 | [
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"body": "do you feel like you are making a difference in their lives or wasting your time on kids who dont want to listen?",
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"body": "1. Is there a significant difference in the level of order kept in the class room on a regular basis between middle-class and the \"ghetto\"? If so how big?\n\n2. My mother is a public school teacher and she is not allowed to fail a student. Ever. On an assignment or test, yes, but not the class overall. Is this true on a normal basis or her case an exception?",
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"body": "What exactly prompted you to start teaching, and how exactly did you get into the career path other than just starting at a middle school?\n\nI'm moving to Korea in 5 weeks to teach English in their public school system, a move that could possibly be a career one for me. I enjoy teaching in general and am always curious as to how other teachers got into education.",
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"body": "I'm working towards becoming a HS math teacher while in the military, and I'm considering the Troops to Teachers program that will stick me in 'at risk' schools for a few years. My question?\n1) Is it worth a bit of job security to do this for a few years\n2) Tips for new teachers, got any?",
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"body": "Have you seen this blog entry by Curt Maynard where he posts a letter from a teacher about what it is like to teach in such a school? Do you agree with the main ideas of the post?\n\nscroll a bit down to:\nWhat is it Like to Teach Black Students?\nby Christopher Jackson\n\nhttp://curtmaynardsnewestblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-teacher-what-its-like-to-teach.html",
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"body": "What do you think about the TV series \"Boston Public\" and the HBO documentary \"Hard Times at Douglass High: A No Child Left Behind Report Card\"?",
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"body": "Imagine that the political will and funding was in place - how would you go about fixing the issues you see?",
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"body": "Is there a reason you moved to the ghetto? Did you get a break on your student loans after staying so many years?",
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"body": "Salary? What subject(s) do you teach? do you get any kind of differential for teaching in a low performing school? What (roughly) is the student population of your school?",
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"body": "My mother taught at Cass Street School in Milwaukee...it was the place where students who got expelled/suspended from other schools were sent. Do you feel as if you are a good role model for the students? Do you see improvement in them? What is one thing you would change to help better public school education?",
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"body": "Are you male or female? I have always heard that blacks in particular disrespect females the most. If you are a female, does it affect how your male colleagues are treated by students, or vice versa?",
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What's the worst unintentional thing you've ever done? | It was the day before my best friend's wedding. I was the best man. The score from "Titanic" was playing at the rehearsal dinner, which felt over emotional and bizarre when eating lasagna. At the table with my friend's closest relatives, I proclaimed my joy for Elton John and Celine Dion with a lisp. It turns out my friend's uncle is gay.
I still laugh about it and feel guilty. I support gay rights and have gay/bisexual friends. I make fun of myself all the time, context is everything. | 249 | [
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"body": "Told this story before on Reddit, but I think it fits pretty well here.\r\n\r\nI switched to a private school in my freshman year but still remained close with all my public school friends fortunately. One day we were all skiing together, plus one random kid who's name I knew (I'll call him Brandon here), but wasn't really sure why he was with us as he had never been friends with any of us before. \r\n\r\nNonetheless, when we went into the lodge to take a break, I figured I'd do my best to engage Brandon as he seemed kind of shy. Also, you should know my group was the type that would make fun of each other a lot, and generally subscribed to anti-PC type jokes- pretty typical teenage stuff. \r\n\r\nSo, we all sit down at a table and start peeling off layers of hats, gloves, and goggles. I look over across the table at Brandon and see that his neck has all these funny marks on it, so I jokingly said, \"Hey Brandon, what'd you get those marks from?? You try and hang yourself or something??!\"\r\n\r\nTurns out, yes, in fact, he did try and fucking hang himself, just a few days earlier. No one said anything, there were just eight stunned faces staring at me, and I quickly knew. \r\n\r\nUhhhwhoops. ",
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"body": "I accidentally dropped an open shampoo bottle into the only well that a farming family had for potable water. ",
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"body": "In French class in high school, there was a girl I liked. We flirted back and forth quite a bit, and did all the immature stuff like pinching, throwing things at each other through class... \n\nAnyway, we were getting out tests back one day. The teacher was calling us up one by one to retrieve them. As she walked back to her seat (directly behind mine) I stuck out my foot. I made the gesture obvious, I looked her in the eye and made a big motion while sticking out my foot. She was supposed to see it and go \"Oh you!\", and pinch me or something. What actually happened, was that she was too busy looking at the marks on her test to see that I had my foot out. She tripped and injured her knee. She spent the next several weeks in a cast.",
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"body": "When I was in the third grade, I sat next to a shy, sweet girl from Taiwan. Her family was very open and giving with their culture - they brought in their family cuisine, musical traditions etc. during holidys. She had trouble making friends, but I was nice to her. \r\n\r\nAround the holidays, my class had a Secret Santa exchange among the students. Every Friday for a month, we received a gift from our Santa. The gifts I received, looking back on them, were very thoughtful - handmade ornaments and a necklace, etc. However, being a commericial-soaked child, I would loudly proclaim my dislike of the presents to my Taiwanese friend, and the clear lack of effort taken to purchase something of value. I told her that I wished I had a better Secret Santa, who understood my tastes. \r\n\r\nFinally, on the last Friday, our Secret Santas were revealed - of course, my Secret Santa was the girl from Taiwan, who quietly listened to my petty bitching about her gifts every Friday. Her final gift to me was a Madeline book, with a note on it that said \"I'm glad we are friends.\" I've never forgiven myself for being such a nasty little snot, and I still cry when I think about it.",
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"body": "My brother and I had just gotten new bikes and were really excited to start riding them.\r\n\r\nIf you remember, the new brakes on bikes tend to sqeak a bit until they break in. I just rode around with my brakes on to speed up the process.\r\n\r\nSo my brakes weren't sqeaking and my brothers still were. He asked me how I got mine to quit and I told him I greased them really good. I laughed when I said it and completely believed that he knew I was joking.\r\n\r\nWell he thought I was serious and greased his brakes. We went down a hill and he couldn't stop. He plowed into a garage and got pretty banged up. I still feel bad, but it's funny at the same time.",
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"body": "I once unknowingly helped a prisoner escape. We were both working for a wood-products company. I was unaware that he was a prisoner in the county jail on the [Huber Law.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huber_Law)\n\nHe obviously had singled me out as a co-worker who was unaware of his work-release status, and asked me if he could catch a ride with me to take him home after work. I dropped him off at his desired location and never thought much about it after that.\n\nA few weeks later, my boss asks me if I ever gave this guy a lift after work. It was only then that I found out what really happened. No police or any investigators ever contacted me about it, though, so it couldn't have been too bad.",
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"body": "I was driving through my neighborhood and this guy pulls out from a church parking lot right in front of me. I was so pissed I held down my horn and swerved around him, giving him the finger the whole time.\n\nTurns out he was part of a huge group of cars in a funeral procession. I still feel horrible and this was a couple years ago.",
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"body": "Due to a slight programming error, I accidentally sent one person 6 million copies of an e-mail, rather than sending 6 million people 1 copy.",
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"body": "I was super stoned one time and my friend was introducing me to another friend. She was born with three fingers, and I think he had even forewarned me about it, but when I went in for the handshake I blurted out \"Oh, we're doing the Donatello?\" and shook her hand with just three fingers of my own. \n\n\nIn my defense though, she was a total bitch",
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"body": "I was in college, 21 yrs old, and very drunk at a party being thrown at my house.\n\nI had retired for the night to try and get some sleep, when a girl came in my room and started making out with me.\n\nNext thing I know, we are having sex, and immediately after I finished, I rolled over and puked all over HER CLOTHES that were on the floor.\n\nI was so embarrassed and apologetic, but I have to hand it to her; she handled the situation with so much class. She helped me get cleaned up, and was cool about it the next day.",
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"body": "I was in college and drunk at a party at my friends' place. We would party a lot with the rugby girls who lived down the street and anytime we were over their place we would steal their rugby ball, and they would steal it back and so on. \n\nAnyway at my friends' place while trying to defend the rugby ball I ended up throwing a girl over my shoulder with her head hitting a corner of a windowsill giving her a concussion. I was aiming to throw her onto a bed but overshot. She apparently was the MVP of the team and because of the concussion she couldn't play in the playoffs the next day and they lost.\n\ntldr; Suplexed(so my friend described the throw) a girl into a windowsill giving her a concussion.",
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"body": "I was visiting my cousins in Virginia one year. They went to a religious school, and my cousins thought it would be fun if I came to their school with them for a day. I went, because I loved hanging out with my cousins, and being a public school kid my whole life, I was kind of curious to see how the other guys did it.\n\nFirst class of the day, I'm sitting there while the teacher is droning on, and on, and on... it was terribly boring- maybe the worst lecture I'd ever seen.\n\nAfter class is over, I lean over to the stranger next to me and I say, \"I don't know how you guys do it. That guy was the most boring person I've ever seen in my life.\"\n\nThe kid gets real quiet for a moment, and then he says, \"well, um... he's my dad.\"",
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"body": "hows this for a first reddit post...\n\ni lived at an orphanage in honduras for a year after college. no garbage man in the 3rd world, so we have trash fires. on my way out w the garbage one day, i saw a somewhat torn up coloring book on the ground, and threw it into the fire. 10 mins after this im still over there, and one of our 10 year old boys runs up to me and asks if i've seen his coloring book....",
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"body": "I was a head waiter at a chain \"neighborhood\" restaurant and I was on my very last shift before I left for Europe for eight months. I had taken a co-worker's lunch shift as a last second favor even though it generally paid squat compared to a dinner rush and was a boring waste of 5 hours.\r\n\r\nToward the end of the shift I served two jolly and rather large women who ordered with crushingly anal details (4 lemons on an ice tea with extra ice on the side in a bowl, onion strings from the sandwich out before the sandwich, salad sent back for being \"too cold\") yet I was overly polite and served them with a smile the entire time. I was more excited about being on a plane in 48 hours.\r\n\r\nThe bill came to just over 20 bucks... I think it was $20.76… and I dropped off the tab and walked around to tend to other tables. Without noticing the women had left. I came back to find a single twenty bill and one dollar in change.\r\n\r\nI stopped for a second, somewhat shocked, and realized I had just been given the worst tip in the history of my job -- by one of my last tables. I showed it to another waiter whose mouth gapped open. Rage took over.\r\n\r\nI felt like I should stick up for all the other waiters and go yell at the women, after all I had been there since the place opened and I was always the one who calmed down angry customers and comforted upset wait staff who may have had a bad customer or stressed on a busy night. Without a second thought, I began to run out the front of the restaurant looking for the women. \r\n\r\nI saw a car waiting at a stop sign about 200 feet away. I sprinted to the side of the small SUV and without thinking began BANGING on the window. I’m not even sure if I knew it was the women when began banging, I was that upset. Thankfully it was the right car. It’s not like me to act like that but maybe I knew I was leaving the US in less than 48 hours and really wasn't too worried about any ramifications that might come from it.\r\n\r\nSmiling, the driver pushed the button to lower the passenger window. Before she spoke I said \"Listen! I don't care if you treat ME like this and leave a terrible tip, it’s my last day, but if you plan to treat any of my waiters with this kind of disrespect then don't ever step foot in our restaurant again! We provide you a service and the least you can do is show some return for our efforts. It is disgusting you would act like that.\" \r\n\r\nThe woman, still smiling, said \"Check under the iced tea cup, we're good tippers!\" I then felt a lump in my throat (probably because I had just had an emotional meltdown on a stranger) and I said \"Oh, oh I'm sorry, whatever is under that cup I can go and get for you and return. I apologize, I didn't know.\" She replied \"It's fine, we thought you were a great waiter\" and with that the pair drove off.\r\n\r\nI came walking back slowly to the table, I had told the waiter who saw what happened earlier what I was told and they walked over to the un-cleared table of plates and ice tea cups. I didn't want to look. It was like I was Morgan Freeman and I knew it my buddies’ wife's head was under that cup. I knew I was going to feel like a real prick. I lifted the cup and found a folded $20 bill under it. A 100% tip. \r\n\r\nI sat down and contemplated how I would be able to get the taste of my foot out my mouth for the next six months.",
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"body": "About 4 years ago, one of my best friends from high school flew across the country from New York to California to come visit for a few days. We were having a blast, and on the last day of his visit we decided to go to a local pub and play some pool and darts and get drunk.\n\nMan do we get drunk. Really shit faced. Its only like 2 in the afternoon, too. We stagger out of the bar, stop at the liquor store and get a bottle of whiskey. I can't remember if it was Bushmills or Jamesons, but we had an arguement over Catholic vs. Protestant whiskey and which was better. Since we were totally shit faced and couldn't drive, we decided to surprise another friend who lived fairly close by with an always appreciated visit from two drunken fools.\n\nAnyway we starting drinking more whiskey, and I think the television is on and some local news celebrity was on with a travel show. For some reason this guys smug little face just sets me off and I start ranting about how I would just love to kick that guy in the throat. To show how I would do this, I turn to my friend from NY and pull off some crazy martial arts high kick that I would never be able to do sober, and kick him right in the throat. \n\nHe stumbles back gasping for air, trips on the wooden coffee table,and lands flat right on it breaking it into pieces. Then because he is hyperventilating trying to breath from having his throat kicked, he gets sick and pukes all over himself and our other friends apartment. He then crawls over to a corner coughing, and proceeds to pass out. I start laughing, get sick but make it to the bathroom, and then go pass out on her bed.\n\nWhen we wake up, neither of us remembers much, but much to my dismay our friend caught all of it on camera. I then got punched in the gut as punishment.\n\nedit: appease typo nazis",
"score": 86
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"body": "Back in college, one of my roomates always used to leave the bar early which led us to torment him once we got home. On one particular occasion I decided that I was going to drunkenly charge his door to get his attention. I litterally ran through the door, blew the door off the hinges and crashed into all his stuff in the room. He was in his room having sex at the time and was not very happy about being interupted. As I picked his belonging off of me and got to my feet I said \"This was all a misunderstanding, we will deal with this in the morning\" and then left the room.",
"score": 85
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"body": "I was practicing soccer with some friends so we could improve before varsity tryouts. We were trying to hit a tree trunk from far away with a soccer ball. Unfortunately when it was my turn to kick, I completely missed and hit the hottest girl in the school in the face. ",
"score": 73
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"body": "I just started dating my gf - now wife. we were playing dodgeball at her family reunion / picnic. I'm always competitive so i pulled a - look to the right, throw to the left - move and hit her little cousin right in the face. \n\nher cousin was, maybe 7. she ran off crying. i felt like such a douche. :(",
"score": 66
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"body": "In seventh grade science class, my lab partner was one of the prettiest, more popular girls in school. Class was just after lunch. One day, in a poor effort at good samaritanism, i leaned over to her and said: \"Hey, Maria. I think you sat in some ketchup.\" She ran from the room. In tears.",
"score": 66
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"body": "I had a college professor years back ask me if I was nervous about an upcoming presentation. I told him that I was \"Sweating like Anne Frank in Tap Shoes\". \n\nForgetting for a moment, that he was an unwilling resident of Dachau as a young boy. oops. ",
"score": 61
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"body": "I was in the car at the time, but wasn't involved. we stopped at a red light and there was a homeless guy asking for change from all the cars. one of my friends in the back left seat pulled out a couple of quarters and wanted to give them to the guy, but the window lock was on. so here he is, waving two quarters at the guy through the car window, while the driver had no idea that this was going on. then the light changed to green, and we sped off while my friend in the back seat was holding two quarters in the window looking like he was taunting the homeless guy.",
"score": 53
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"body": "It was Christmas Eve of either 1999 or 2000 and I was driving on the freeway in Buffalo, NY in the snow. I was 20 years old at the time and quiet careless in just about everything I did, including changing lanes. So, I went to change lanes and almost ran someone off the road before I realized my mistake and got back into my own lane, but it was too late for the other person. They swerved to avoid me and ended up spinning out and doing donuts from the right lane of the freeway across it completely to the middle divide of the freeway, which happened to be elevated, so the middle divide was actually a gap you could fall through. On top of a bunch of cars getting hit by this out of control car, it was now half-way hanging off of an elevated freeway, rocking back and forth. My car was not damaged at all. Then, I freaked out, called 911 but wouldn't give my name and drove off. That will haunt me until I die, no doubt.",
"score": 51
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"body": "I once hit a tennis ball really high up in the air with my racket and it ended up coming down and bouncing into someone's face.",
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"body": "Caused widespread panic and banks to close across town\r\n\r\n-------\r\nGoing back a good few years, one of my first cars was a 1987 Cutlass Supreme. This car was infamous for what it was not capable of doing.\r\n\r\nThe car had everything wrong with it. It had 160k miles on it, traveled at the speed of smell and a list of other things that I can hardly even remember.\r\n\r\nI never got anything in it fixed because it always started and ran enough to get me from point A to B.\r\n\r\nThen one day the ignition key started to go. You'd put the key in and it wouldn't move, you would need to jiggle it inside and out, back and forth for about 5 minutes until you got just the right angle to turn it.\r\n\r\nConsidering all the other problems, I really didn't care anymore.\r\n\r\nNow comes a summer day in the morning\r\n\r\nI woke up and the car must have known that it was about 2 hours away from being sent to the junkyard because it put up a huge fight.\r\n\r\nFirst, the driver door wouldn't unlock and then it broke my friggin key while trying to unlock it. Now I can't even get into the car and if I did, I wouldn't be able to start it but then again, I didn't care.\r\n\r\nI stuck my fingers into the rubber molding and began prying and pushing at the window and finally was able to outset the window enough to get my arm through to unlock the door. Window is now broken and unevenly sitting in the door.\r\n\r\nIn order to start it, well, I needed a little help with that and got my neighbor to crack the steering column and start it with a screw driver. Pretty good skill to have at the time, but now the steering column is junk, just like the car.\r\n\r\nThen began the journey to the junkyard, but first, lunch.\r\n\r\nI got the major road and was heading on my way when I decided that I was going to stop at the little Italian deli/cafe on the corner. I drove past the block before and after, but there was not a spot to be had. Then trying side roads, there were all \"No parking between 9am and 1pm\" so that was out of the question. This town had it's own police force with very little to do, so I wasn't going to mess with them.\r\n\r\nI was just about to give up, when I saw a car pull away across the street, directly across the street, from the deli. This was perfect. I waited on the light and actually remember thinking \"If I don't get the spot, screw it, I'll get lunch later.\" I got the spot.\r\n\r\nI parked right in front of the bank and ran across the street to eat myself some eggs and bacon. Since I didn’t know if I would be able to turn the car back on, I just left it running.\r\n\r\nI order my dish and I order some coffee and go and sit at the only available seats in the deli/café which run along corner windows. I chose the second table, closest to the door facing the window so I can make sure that nobody goes running off with my lovely cutlass, but it is easier to see the side street more than the front. Finally my brunch comes and I begin eating for no more than 10 minutes later I see police come trotting up the side street and standing with their back to the wall (an alley, first building off the main road) looking out onto the main street. \r\n\r\nI look out the window to see what they are looking at and am dumbfounded. I have never seen cops in this town walking, more or less trotting. I actually think they carry bikes in their cars so they can bike to places there car won’t fit.\r\n\r\nWhile looking out the window, I then hear the cops radios behind me. They apparently came in the back door of the deli. They were telling people to get away from the windows, “there maybe a situation”. I have only been in the deli for less than 15 minutes and I start wondering what kind of “situation” they could be having when I over hear one cop say to the other that “The bank‘s saying that there are 10 customers and no one appears to be distraught.” \r\n\r\nI first thought, “Cool, the banks getting robbed” then it hit me and I knew I had a lot of explaining to do.\r\n\r\n",
"score": 48
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"body": "There is actually a six-part epic told about me titled *Silas is a Douchebag*, because I tend to be an unintentional asshole on a semi-regular basis. I won't type it out now, because it's a pain in the ass to type on an iPhone. But this class is boring so I'll tell one. \n\nI work at a hookah bar, and part of my job (aside from making hookahs) is to walk around and converse with the customers, suggest flavors, see if they need a new coal, etc. One day a man was in there and I started talking to him about cars. He was telling me about all the modifications he had done to his truck, and I was telling him about my old truck. We probably talked for a good 15 minutes. As he was leaving, I walked up to shake his hand and tell him to drive safe and whatnot. I went to shake his hand only to realize that **HE ONLY HAD A THUMB ON HIS RIGHT HAND.** It felt very odd, kind of like turning a doorknob that has a thumb. When I grabbed hold of the nub, and his thumb clamped down on my hand, I made a fatal mistake. I jerked my hand back and mumbled *\"SHIT\"*. Needless to say, the guy was pretty stunned and left quickly. I haven't seen him in there since. I still feel like an asshole.",
"score": 47
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"body": "In second grade, I called a girl fat and she went home and attempted to cut off her stomach with scissors.",
"score": 44
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"body": "Punched an old wrinkled asian man in the face. \r\n\r\nI was taking the train from work one day, it was really busy so I had to stand, and the train made a sudden emergency stop at full speed. It was so sudden my hand slipped off of the holding rail and in my attempt to not land on my face I stretched out my arm and connected with this old guys face. I didn't make him bleed or anything, but he did seem a tad surprised/annoyed/hurt that I did that. I apolgized profusely for about 5 minutes until it was my turn to get off the train. I still feel really bad about it. I'm just glad he didn't give me a falcon kick to the stomach. ",
"score": 42
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"body": "i posted pics of my dogs in the pic section WHEN APPARENTLY there is a reddit for pets, exclusively. ",
"score": 39
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"body": "I dated a guy in high school and he was my first love. His mom needed help at her office so I began working for her as my first job. She was an attorney and we took care of crazy people's money. Whenever one of them would die, it was incredibly busy in the office because we had to do their final accounting and make all these calls about their estate and etc.\n\nI broke up with her son but kept working there. Her son got really badly into drugs and drinking, and freshman year of college he killed himself. At the wake his mom (my boss) was crying and said \"Thank you so much for keeping the office going\" (it was just her and me at her practice) and I, not knowing what to say, said \"Oh, it's just fine, don't worry about it, no one died or anythi....\"\nWhy the FUCK did I choose that to say at that particular moment!???????????????",
"score": 38
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"body": "When I was 16 I waited tables at a diner. This particular night was rather busy and I had seven or eight tables at any given time throughout the entire shift. So I get these two burly truckers and I look at the one and say \"Would you care for something to drink sir?\" The person replies \"There are no sirs here.\" All of a sudden my mind - which up to that point had been scattered in a million directions - snapped to attention and I could feel myself turn deep red. I was standing there stunned from embarrassment as it sunk into my consciousness that I just called the other guy's date a man. And then, just as quickly, I thought I had a brilliant way out. \"No, no, of course not, ma'am\" I said, then turning to her companion, \"I was asking YOU, sir.\" I was incredibly relieved and feeling quite proud that I managed to dodge the bullet when she opened her mouth again and out came, \"I said, there are no SIRS here.\" Holy mother of God, they were BOTH women! The gamut of emotions I felt in that 10 second period of time nearly made me sick. And since we were so busy no one else could take the table and I had to wait on them the whole time. Over a decade later and I still feel terrible. ",
"score": 36
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"body": "I was talking to a coworker when she got some mail delivered. She handles all of the purchasing for our department, so it was entirely ordinary. We were shooting the shit and her eyes start watering heavily as she is opening her mail. It was allergy season and I figured that was the problem. I decided it would be funny to crack a joke and say, \"Awe, did you get a sad letter?\" She looks up at me and says, \"Actually, yes.\" She turns the first page and I see the word FILED stamped in huge red print on it. She had been served divorce papers at work and I was a total jackass.",
"score": 34
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"body": "When I was a teenager my parents had some of their friends over who all had a little kid or two.\r\n\r\nThe kids were outside playing t-ball and the adults were being boring so I went out with the kids.\r\n\r\nThey were hitting the ball like 10 feet, so I was going to show them how far a real man can hit it.\r\n\r\nI tell them all to stand back and take big swing. I knock the ball nearly out of sight, but at that exact time one of the kids runs behind me and takes the follow-through to the head.\r\n\r\nIt knocked him on his ass and blood started pouring down his face and he starts shrieking. He had a huge gash across is forhead. You could actually see his skull. Oh god, the pit of my stomach just dropped out. \r\n\r\nHe ended up getting 18 stitches, but thankfully it healed well and he doesn't have a scar.",
"score": 30
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"body": "I used to moonlight at one of the big-box retail stores for extra money.\r\n\r\nI worked in the cell phone department, which, usually wasn't busy, so I had the opportunity to walk around the store a bit.\r\n\r\nI was walking in the back of the store and noticed a fat lady and her fat daughter standing at the layaway desk.\r\n\r\nI immediately approached them and asked \"Have you been helped?\"\r\n\r\nTo which they said \"No\".\r\n\r\nI got on the phone, made a page for the layaway person, and hung up the phone.\r\n\r\nI then turned to the two of them and said \"I'm sorry about your wait\" and walked off.\r\n\r\nIt dawned on me that I had just told a fat lady and her daughter \"I'm sorry about your weight\".",
"score": 27
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"body": "Oh God, this happened yesterday. I was so excited that my friend('s brother) worked in the California Assembly, and told me the very second that Marijuana legislation passed the Public Safety Committee. So I made a blog post so everyone could see up-to-the-second news and I posted it to reddit. A bunch of similarly happy redditors upvoted it way up\n\nLittle did I know that my blog software had some weak code that was exploited by spammers--the exploit modified every single php file I had on the server to serve malware. So then anyone using firefox crashed when they went to my site :(\n\nThen my site got reported as spam to /r/reportthespammers, and I think a year and a half of work building the site is now dead :'(",
"score": 25
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"body": "I was having a Halloween party and this girl came dressed as a pirate or at least that what it looked like to me at the time.. Anyway, she had one leg and it looked so real, so I asked her how did you get your leg to look like that and she said cancer.",
"score": 25
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"body": "Walking in parking lot. Getting an uncontrolable urge to sneeze. Turning my head to let it go. Sneezing right into a pickup truck with the driver at the wheel.",
"score": 23
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"body": "Not the worst, but in high school I accidentally punched a kid in the face while throwing my fist in the air in joke excitement about something, and then punched a stranger in the face reenacting that story a few years ago. ",
"score": 23
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"body": "Back when I was twelve or so, I was attending church on Christmas Eve with my parents and my family, including my grandma. It was a church that I was generally unfamiliar with and only went to on Christmas when we were out at my grandma's house. \n\nI remember after mass was ending I was exiting one of the pews behind an old guy (mid 70's, maybe?) that had been using a large cane. I was being patient and waiting for him to exit, and as he was in the clear, I stepped out behind him. As I stepped out of the pew, I tripped over his cane and stumbled a bit, and nearly sent him to the floor. After I regained composure I immediately apologized; very sincerely I might add. I was greeted with the most pissed off look in the entire world, followed by him raising his cane at me, and saying pretty loudly, \"I'll knock your fucking head off!\" I was a pretty snarky kid, but I had no clue how to react to this. So I took off.\n\nI was twelve, dude. I didn't meant to knock you over in fucking church. Needless to say, I weaved past people as fast I could just to get the hell away from the old dude's wrath and waited for my family outside in the cold.",
"score": 21
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"body": "I was at a birthday party for one of my childhood friends. I was about 10 or 11 years old. His mom or aunt, I can't remember, was setting up a pinata for us to try and break. \n\nI was the first kid up. So, I was there blindfolded, and holding a large plastic bat. I was really excited to be hitting the pinata first, and I wanted to make sure that I used as much force as I could to break it because I was one of the oldest kids there and wanted to prove myself.\n\nSo, very soon after I was blindfolded, I start swinging like a mad boy with all of my force. Except instead of the sound of a pinata being hit, all I hear is loud female shrieking \"Stop stop!\". I got about 2 really strong hits in.\n\nIt turns out the kid's mom was still setting up the pinata and I was actually going to town on her head instead of my intended target. ",
"score": 20
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"body": "I was at the park waiting for a few friends to show up for some batting practice. There was one of those 20 feet high semi-circle fences that stood behind the batter. I had the bright idea of hitting balls into the fence for some BP. With the first swing, I didn't hit the ball squarely and popped it way up and over the protective fence and towards the street. As luck would have it, a Lexus was approaching a stop sign and the ball hit the ground a couple of inches from the car and bounced right into it's undercarriage where it became stuck. \n\nI stood there, dumbfounded with a baseball bat in hand staring in disbelief. I never got to see the driver's reaction but he/she drove off after a few seconds. I don't know why the driver never got out of the car to inspect the damage. \n\nAlso, I was sitting the car with my ex-girlfriend when she looked like she needed to sneeze. I thought it'd be cute/funny to stick out my hand to shield the sneeze. However, I extended my arm a little too far just as she was sneezing and she ended up slamming her nose into the heel of my palm.\n\nOh yeah. I was at a pool party with my fiance's family. Her 5 year-old niece was using the floating noodles to blow water at people. Just as she was about to blow the water towards me, I grabbed the other end and blew as hard as I could. I splashed her face with water and I chuckled a little bit. She started crying and would not stop for 15 minutes. I felt pretty douchey.\n\nOh man, almost forgot about this one. When I was about 4, my sister (6) and I were visiting my dad's office. He went downstairs to speak to some colleagues so we occupied ourselves by rummaging through his things. We found a set of matches and was playing it. I lit one up and as the flame reached my fingers, I shook it off and instinctively threw it into the waste bin. The paper in the bin immediately caught and quickly grew out of control. The fire had spread to documents on his desk when we cried for help... The rest of the staff decided it was best we never go back there.",
"score": 19
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"body": "I busted open and bloodied the face of a Japanese woman.\n\nI went to Japan a number of years ago and had spent some time in Hakone. There I purchased a very ornate and very heavy tea set from a local merchant. It came in a nicely handcrafted wooden box, very hard and rectangular, clearly quite sturdy.\n\nLater that day hopped the bus to head back to Shinjuku. I put the tea set, along with my luggage and coat, up on the rack above my head. The bus headed down the highway and up and down the rolling hills back to Tokyo. I sat back and relaxed, in my exceptionally tiny seat, for the beautiful ride back.\n\nAs the bus pulled into a small town it encountered some sudden traffic and the driver put the brakes on, *hard*. I think he must have also tripped the \"slo-mo\" switch, because over what felt like the course of the next 5 minutes, I watched as my tea set slid forward down the luggage rack, tipped off the side of the rack, and crashed down with some ferocity on the pale and pretty head of a quiet young Japanese woman. The sharp corner of the handcrafted box nailed her forehead with expert precision.\n\nAt this point, the driver must have turned the \"slo-mo\" switch off, and life returned to normal speed. Both the Japanese woman and myself had similar expressions on our faces: jaws wide open, shock still not completely registered. I immediately grabbed my sister (who spoke some limited Japanese), and asked her:\n\n*\"How the hell do you say 'I'm sorry'?!!\"*\n\nShe told me something which I quickly committed to memory. The bus was approaching a stop in this town, and so I walked forward to the seat where the Japanese woman (who by this point was evaluating the extent of her trauma, clearly evident by the blood running down her face) was sitting. I repeated, over and over again, my butchered form of \"I'm sorry, I'm sorry\", holding my hands out in some kind of international peace gesture.\n\nIt finally registered that this big white oaf was standing next to her. She shook her head repeatedly as if to say, \"no, it's fine that you cut open my forehead! I've been meaning to replace it anyway!\". Then, in what still breaks my heart into two, she looked up at me from her seat and said, in reasonable but broken English, \"thank you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.\" Repeat.\n\nShe apologized to me, for me busting her head open. As if she *dared* have the nerve to be in the *exact* seat where my tea set would end its short but high-velocity flight.\n\nShe then departed the bus with her [presumably] husband, him holding her now-trembling body close to him, and they exited the bus with not a single look back.\n\nUgh.\n\n**tl;dr** dumb fucking *gaijin*.",
"score": 19
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"body": "i walked on a dog.\n\nit was one of those stupidly small things and its owner was walking far too slow through some sliding doors. i was in a rush and just didn't even seen the dog until i felt wriggle under my foot. i only sort of half apologised because i felt that it was the woman's fault for not looking after such a helpless animal properly.",
"score": 17
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"body": "Okay, so when I was about 10 my 9 year-old brother and I were home alone. I was bored as hell and trying to find something fun to do. I found my pellet gun and thought I'd have some fun and scare the crap out of my brother. I figured it was empty since no one had been using it for a few days, Anyway, I pumped it up and hunted around the house for him, but he was no where to be found. Finally I located him, in the bathroom sitting on the toilet. Me being a stupid 10 year old I kick in the door and aim right at him. He puts up his hands to defend himself and I fire! BAM! He yelps I laugh my ass off. Turns out there was a pellet in the gun and I shot him right in the chest while he was taking a dump. He was a good sport though. When my parents came home he said he fell on a stick. He still has the scar right in the middle of his sternum. I still feel bad about that to this day.",
"score": 17
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"body": "I was 11 years old and off to summer camp in northern Minnesota with some friends. Our camp counselor was taking us on a tour - stopping by the \"fish house\" where you could fillet fish caught from the lake. (It's a Minnesota thing.) The highlight was when the counselor lifted up a square wooden trapdoor to show everyone the deep pit where the fish guts and unused bits went. Everyone jostled around the hole leading to decades of decaying, rancid fish guts. Friggin' awesome sight to behold and **smell** - it was our own little circle of hell. \n\n\nI remember the counselor asking me to put the lid back onto the hole. Like any spastic 11 year old, I got it *mostly* on the hole and turned to leave. It happened so damn fast. My friend Bobby stepped on the corner of the trap door causing the *mostly* closed trapdoor to pivot and flip up. Bobby's eyes went wild as he screamed and clawed frantically at the edges of the hole. Both just disappeared with a thick, wet *schluck* sound followed by more screaming. He was up to his chest in the decaying goo (after getting himself upright) and maybe 2' short of being able to reach up and get himself out.\n\n\nThe camp counselor pulled him out after he made Bobby hand up the trap door. Lots of swearing from Bobby and the counselor - plenty of apologies on my end. ",
"score": 17
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"body": "1. I was with my ex-gf and her little brother (8 or so at the time). Not doing much in particular, he threw a quarter (coin) at me, laughed, so I played along. We exchanged a few throws, which put a smile on his face and an unimpressed 'look of disappointment' on my gf's. My next, relatively gentle, toss to him somehow slipped through his fingers, hit him in his front upper tooth.. and cracked it fully off.\n2. Playing with my friend's son (4) while traveling in Indonesia. He got really excited when i playfully started tossing a pillow at him. He engaged, giggled and fought back playfully. The pillow was on the floor kind of to sit on as we were on hard tile floor. I saw him approaching from the corner of my eye so i grabbed the pillow up for a counter attack. Little did i know he had jumped off a ledge, was airborn, head first, going for that pillow. he went face first into the hard tile and split his lip. This was in front of their whole extended (Balineese) family in their village home, too.\n3. I'm afraid to have kids.",
"score": 15
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"body": "I was having a conversation with a friend's friend's dad while I was waiting for the two of them to get ready before we went to a movie. We'd somehow gotten on the topic of insurance companies and loan sharks. Eventually I said \"Yeah, and they'll take your thumbs too!\" \n\nJust then the man holds up his hands, he is missing one thumb entirely on the left and has a finger surgically grafted in place of a thumb on the right. He'd been involved in a lawnmower accident as a kid. I felt AWFUL, but what were the chances? Thankfully he was laughing and found it hysterical.",
"score": 15
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"body": "I was at my younger sister's dance practice (she was a teacher) with my wife. We were picking her up to go out to eat or something. There is a glass window where the parents of the girls watch the class. I was bored and started wandering around the building looking at trophy cases and old pictures of other dance teams. \r\n\r\nI walk over to the window where people are gathered watching the class and smack my wife hard in the ass. Only my wife doesn't turn around. Its another tall blonde woman that looked a lot like my wife from behind. \r\n\r\nI run out of the building screaming with TWO irate women chasing me.",
"score": 14
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"body": "When I was about 9 there was a pretty girl in my class who had cute little ah-choo high pitched sneezes. Adorable. \n\nOne day after hearing these sneezes I felt a sneeze coming on and I ran over to this girl. I thought it would be hilarious to replicate her sneeze in front of her. I got right in front of her face and went, \"Ah-choo!\" but my sneeze was too powerful to be held back. Right after the cute sneeze, snot shot straight out of my nose and on to the cute little girl. \n\nI just stood there laughing hysterically with snot hanging out of my nose.\n\n",
"score": 14
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"body": "I was playing high school soccer against one of our main rivals. There was a kid on the other team who was a superstar--already had a full ride to a prestigious university on a soccer scholarship. I was given the task of marking him one-on-one to throw his game off. A mere 46 seconds into the game, we kicked the ball at the exact same time (from opposite directions, of course) and apparently I kicked significantly harder, because his leg broke right below the knee. He was out for the rest of the season and lost his scholarship. I truly felt terrible because I hadn't intended to hurt him. \n\nBonus: I met him a few years later at the public university we both attended. We didn't recognize each other--I found out it was him when I heard him explaining to one of the girls at a group study session why he was at the public school instead of the fancy private one on a scholarship. After he told his story to the group, I agreed with them that the dude who broke his leg was a dick, a terrible soccer player and most probably a faggot (or something along those lines), then I did the shifty eyes thing and quietly excused myself because I was about to get the giggles. He never recognized me. I stopped feeling bad right about then because the guy was an arrogant prick. Still, probably the worst unintentional thing I've done to date. \n\nEdit: Sigh...I actually do still feel pretty bad about it. ",
"score": 12
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"body": "Buh never told anyone this before, so here goes... When I was 10 I picked up a kitten and thought it would be cute to place it beside the neighbor's friendly dog... needless to say the dog was not so friendly to the kitten since it mauled it apart. I freaked out and the dog obediently stopped but it was too late. Guts were exposed and the kitten was still crying for help. I then saw a cat leap nearby assuming it was the mother since it was just staring at me in a god-awful way. ...the cries for help still haunt me to this day, and I'm 36 now.",
"score": 12
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"body": "My car, an old VW beetle had broken down (again) outside my house - Starter motor had seized. It was exam day and I had been on the pro-plus all night revising. Still had the caffeine jitters. I was on my own and had to push my car down a busy street with parents taking their kids to school and older kids going to school, lots of cars. It was about 8.30am. \n\nI had an idea that I could push my car with one hand on the steering wheel then jump back in at the same time to jump start it. There was a queue of traffic building up patiently but after the second time of me doing this 'push car, jump back in' thing whilst pushing again I heard someone sound their horn at me. Can't they see I am in trouble? a poor student trying his best to get to the exams that could shape the rest of his life? \n\nI ignore it, jump back in the car, try starting again with no luck. Back to pushing. I hear the horn sound again. My blood is boiling. I can't stop the car as there is traffic parked on either side of the road. I am shaking with adrenalin, I am pushing this yellow heap of VW beetle crap on the most important day in my life and some arsehole is sounding his horn at me, sweat now pouring from my brow even though it's a cold autumn morning. I jump back in the car with again, no joy. The second I jump out again and grab the steering wheel to push again that bastard, cunty vile shrill noise of someone’s horn goes off again.\n\n*BANG* My mind snaps into pieces. Red mist descends, I stop pushing the car, it carrys on down the road on it's own, I spin around on the spot to face the queue of traffic and screams louder than, and in the same style as a waling banshee \"FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKK OFFFFFFF YOU CUUUUUUUUUNTSFUCKERRRRRRRRS' whilst extending my arm aloft with my middle finger, all 'Music for a Jilted Generation' inlay style. Everyone stops walking/going to work/talking/minding their own business, and looks at me. Every face totally emotionless but concentrating directly on me. Murmoring starts amongst them. For a split second I feel better, much much better in fact - then realise my car is about 6 metres ahead of me, somehow, still going in a perfectly slow and straight line. I sprint down the road to catch it up, start pushing again and guess what? Guess what I heard? Guess what noise was filling my already bleeding ears?\n\nThen the penny dropped, or rather the clanger did.\n\nIt was ME sounding my OWN horn on my OWN car, whilst I was pushing it. Old VW’s have most of the steering wheel dedicated to the horn push. I hadn't had it long and had never heard the horn until this point. \n\nI kept pushing the car until I found a space, a long distance from my house. And there it stayed for 6 months until it was sold on. I have never told anyone this story, I still feel awful.\n",
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"body": "In 2002, I was doing a stretch in Iraq. We were stationed in a pretty hostile village. One night, a fellow soldier who was repairing his firearm asked me to fetch him a sliding unilever from the supply shack. This is the piece that is responsible for the recoil-action in this particular gun model. To make a long story short, I unintentionally got him the wrong slider. The next day during a shootout with some local rebels, this fellow soldier was shot in the leg after his gun failed to recoil properly. We lost a lot of good men out there and I was glad that my mistake didn't cause even more damage than it did. When you are in that situation, it really makes you realize that there are no democrats or republicans -- just people.",
"score": 11
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"body": "Once I was driving a coworker and his female friend home after a round of beers.\nWe were all a little buzzed, making jokes, laughing uproariously.\nI told an anti-semetic joke. Turns out the girl was Jewish. \nMy coworker and his friend went silent. She began sobbing, then crying hysterically. Of course I apologized (and I meant it, I felt awful) but to no avail.\nHaven't talked to either of them since. Still feel bad about it.\n",
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"body": "Back in high school, there was a guy who had the exact same name as me, save for one letter. I went to the secretary to see the result I got on my math final. I didn't remember my ID code so I asked the secretary if she could tell me what it was, and I said something like «Make sure you don't tell me <the other guy's name>'s code, he gets far poorer grades than me». Suddenly her look go from friendly to pretty pissed, so I wonder what I did wrong. \n\nShe was his mom...",
"score": 10
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"body": "I was the nice, nerdy white teenager who worked at your local acme (grocery store) while I went to high school. I was incredibly polite, and a hard worker, so the management liked me a lot, and usually gave me the little odd jobs like trying to get people to try little foodstuffs and other things you needed to be personable to do. As Christmas approached one year, we needed a Santa to walk around the store and give out candy canes. So, all eyes turned to me, the thin-as-a-rail swim team kid, because I was the only one that shift who did that type stuff anyway. We got me all dressed up, and I went out with a little box of candy canes, getting weird looks from all the little kids who expected a much more rotund and geriatric Santa.\n \n The bad part came, as I didn't mind the awkwardness too much, when a little black boy with corn rows walked up to me. Looking at him, I said in my fake Santa voice, \n\"Hello, have you been a good little boy this year?\" \nThe little boy looked at me sharply, then responded huffily, \n\"I'm a little girl!\"\n\nStunned, I paused a moment. Then, absolutely bewildered, I responded \"Are you sure?\" \n\nI give her a candy, and immediately requested to be taken off Santa duty permanently. I plan to never play Santa again, if I can help it; children are far too androgynous.",
"score": 10
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"body": "I had just moved into my new apartment and was hanging out with my new roommate. There happened to be a college yearbook sitting there and I flipped through it and saw his picture in it. Next to his picture was a guy who looked really creepy with long hair tattoos etc. I turned to my roommate and showed him the picture saying, \"Man you look like you're next to a rapist in here.\" He told me to look down at the names. It was his brother, who he proceeded to tell me had some major social problems.",
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"body": "My ex-gf was telling me a sob story about her current boyfriend and I was really tired of hearing it. She then broke to me that they had discovered he had testicular cancer. I tried not to laugh, but it was slightly funny to me because from what I know about it, it's generally not that serious and she had told me it wasn't far along with him. Later I got annoyed with her telling me about him and exclaimed, \"I hope he gets castrated so it saves both of you a lot of trouble!\" She then told me that he was losing his boys later that week.",
"score": 9
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"body": "When I was 12 I was playing softball with a few other families. A family friend was in the outfield, with her 13 month old baby on her hip. I'm at bat and wallop the ball way out into center field. The lady holding the baby didn't move or try to catch the ball and it hit the baby right in the face. She starts running in towards the parking lot (we're out in the country, miles from anywhere) and the baby is holding it's breath and turning purple. She runs right past me to her husband, they jump in the car and tear out of the lot heading to the nearest hospital (20 minute drive). Pretty much everyone else jumped in cars and followed them, I was left with one other kid to walk back to the house. They called later in the afternoon to tell me the baby was ok, and that it wasn't my fault, but that was a pretty horrible couple of hours.",
"score": 9
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"body": "I accidentally killed two cats.\n\nWhen I was six years old we had several cats that lived in our garage. I used to play with these cats all the time. Sometimes they were hard to find since they were outdoor cats. I got the idea to put them in a place where i could easily find them. So i got the bright idea to put them in the cooler that was sitting on the back porch.\nThe next day my mom asked me if I had seen the cats at all that day. I told her that I had put them in the cooler. \n\ntldr; cats in a cooler for 24 hours wont survive.",
"score": 9
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"body": "This is a few ex's ago (how I measure time): a girl I'd been seeing for about two months and I just finished being intimate. She asks, \"How was it?\" \n\nI don't know what possessed me to answer \"I've had better.\" I just kind of blurted it out.\n\nMany tears were shed by said girl, and that was the end of yet another relationship.",
"score": 8
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"body": "I speared my hand/lunged through a glass door.\n\nWe have a table next to a sliding glass door that we often keep open for a nice breeze. I was standing outside with the door closed. I swear to you that it was quite a clean door so my mistake isn't entirely my fault.\n\nRegardless, my cat knocked over a glass which about to roll off the table. I heroically lunged to save the glass with hand outstretched. It slammed into the door and my head/body followed suit a split second later. \n\nLuckily no one saw, but when my mom came in to investigate the noise I was in such a state of shock that I couldn't really think of an excuse. All I could say was \"I jumped through the door :(\"",
"score": 8
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"body": "this is no where near the worst it's just the most recent: my friend jeremy was showing me this massage thing he has. it looks like a anvil and it pulsates- i don't know, he lift weights and he told me his doctor suggested it for sore muscles. i asked what kind of doctor would suggest something like that and he told me it was his chiropractor. i giggled and said casually \"jeremy, jeremy, jeremy, everyone knows chiropractors aren't real doctors.\" ... then he showed me his applications for chiropractic schools... redfacejones.",
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"body": "One time I was on a hiking trip in New Hampshire with some friends. We were out for about a week. At some point during the trip, I saw a nest with some fairly large eggs in it. They were about the size of chicken eggs. For some reason, maybe it was watching Survivorman, I decided it would be really cool and outdorsy to live off the land and climb the tree and eat those eggs. Didn't think anything of it. \r\n\r\nAbout 2 days later, it was getting dark so we started setting up camp. We were almost at the end of the trail, so there were a few other people camping who had driven their cars up the trail. I was out getting water, or pooping, or something and when I came back there were about 7 Jeeps with flashing lights and 10-12 park rangers and all my friends had their hands on their heads. Apparently, the eggs were from peregrine falcons which were endangered. The EPA had cameras on every nest and was monitoring them and saw me steal the eggs from the nest. People try to steal them to breed falcons so it's kind of a big deal. They searched everything we had, and asked me if I ate them cooked or raw, how they tasted etc to be sure I wasn't stealing them to sell. ",
"score": 8
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"body": "I was living in Victoria BC at the time. I was renting a car to go somewhere but the car rental call center was in Houston TX I think. The girl who took my information was very difficult to understand. \n\nNow, being young (at the time) and from Canada, the only accents I was used to are Newfoundland and Quebecois. To me this girl's accent was straight out of a Hollywood movie set in urban America, from the 'projects'. Up to that point this was my only reference. I really could not understand what she was asking me. She put me on hold and I was sitting with my girlfriend in the kitchen when I remarked 'She's black and I can't understand a word she's saying'. Obviously not the best way of framing the situation but in no way was it meant to be racist remark. Purely cultural. \n\nA fairly minor remark until she comes back on the phone and quite promptly and quite correctly told me that her color had nothing to do with the way she talked, etc,etc. Needless to say I was horrified and tried to explain myself. \n\nThen I tried to be funny and told her that if it was any consolation I was very red (embarrassment) but she didn't really want anything to do with me anymore so that was that. If you are reading this, I still turn red when I talk about that situation and I'm still sorry...",
"score": 8
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"body": "My friend's mom was a victim of a random act of violence. She was shot in the head and killed. Her father was shot as well but he survived and was recovering in the hospital. All of our close friends rushed to her side, some of us taking days off of work to be with her at the hotel near the hospital. Her parents lived about an 1.5 hrs from Los Angeles.\n\nThe 2nd night we all went to Olive Garden to eat dinner. Everyone's nerves were frayed from all the stress of dealing with the detectives, hospital, news, and of course our friend's grief. It took a while but as the dinner went on it started to feel like just another dinner with friends. Somehow the topic got onto some song and someone sitting next to me asked, \"Wasn't it 50 Cent who has a metal plate in his head?\" and without thinking I replied, \"No that's Kanye West, he got that from a car accident. 50 Cent got shot.\" Everyone immediately got quiet. If it had ended there I wouldn't of even bothered to post this up on Reddit. But it didn't. My friend, whose mother had just been shot and killed and whose father lay in a hospital riddled with bullet wounds, looked straight at me and said, \"Do you fucking have to say that?\"\n\nI felt sick, I mean I literally felt like I had to throw up. I've apologized for many things in my life but NEVER have I been as sincere in the moments after I opened my mouth that night.",
"score": 7
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"body": "I was out with my brother and whilst driving home, since we were going right past his friends house he asked if we could stop in so I could hook up their internet as they weren't very good with such things.\n\nIt was at the height of my Napoleon Dynamite fanaticicm so naturally I was wearing my \"Tina you fat lard, come get some dinner\" T-Shirt. I go in the house, meet his friend and his girlfriend is there. Now she is not a small woman and it just so happened her name was Tina. I go into their house oblivious of my T-Shirt, fix up their internet, all the while noticing a bit of a bad vibe from the girlfriend and I couldn't work out why.\n\nRight when I go to leave, she says \"I like you T-Shirt\". I look down. The penny drops. Wow did I feel bad. I asked her if she has seen the movie, to which she answers \"No\". So I just look like a complete sh*tbag, and all I wanted to do was fix their internet.",
"score": 6
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"body": "When I was 8 years old I was playing on the playground at school, tagging along with some older \"cool\" kids. They were climbing up on the play structure, which at certain sections was pretty tall (then again, we were all pretty short at that time), and launching themselves off of it. I figured I had to prove myself to them and gain their approval by doing the same thing, so when it was my turn to jump, I thought *here goes nothing* and leapt off right as a girl was walking out from underneath the platform we were on. My memory of what happened next is a bit blurry, but I recall landing directly on her shoulders, her buckling under my weight, both of us falling to the ground, me being unscathed, but her, she was yelping, dragging herself across the ground and shrieking, \"You broke my legs! You broke my legs!\" Turns out she was correct. School staff rushed to her aid and I remember one teacher yelling for one of the custodians to \"go get the wheelbarrow,\" ostensibly so she could be hauled away. Some time later I found out she was a special ed kid and was probably having a hard enough time as it was without crippled legs. Her family subsequently filed a lawsuit against my parents. I've asked my mom about it in recent years, and she just said \"It was fine. We were covered by insurance.\" Really? I remember being interrogated by scary adults after the accident about whether I had intentionally attacked the girl and I had to tell them over and over it was unintentional (which is true).\n\nAnyway, this rarely comes to mind. But when it does I feel all kinds of sad and sorry. And I wonder, what ever became of her?",
"score": 6
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"body": "well...I was drunk downtown and we were heading to Jimmy John's for some day old bread while we figured out how we were going to get home. We came to a street corner with a table where people were selling some sort of small pastries. I don't really know what they were so, as a joke I exclaimed loudly, \"Look! They're selling fortune cookies!\" Everything went silent except for a couple gasps...it was an Asian student group trying to raise money for something. I still feel like shit about it, because I'm the last person to ever comment on something racially.\n\ntl;dr drunk, told a group of asians they were selling fortune cookies",
"score": 5
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"body": "I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa -- and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.",
"score": 5
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"body": "I was sitting in class around the end of senior year, and we were all talking about the schools we were going to. One girl said she was going to BYU but she couldn't decide whether to go to the Utah campus or Hawaii campus. I proclaimed \" You should go to the Hawaii, campus, who would want to go to Utah anyways, that's where all the Mormons are\", upon which she responds, \" I am mormon\". Could NOT, play that one off. ",
"score": 5
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"body": "My university was located on top a hill, the road to get there is very steep and has a traffic light. \n\nSo there I was doing traffic like everybody else when suddenly this Taxi Van starts to slowly reverse so i start honking at it like a fucking madman, the driver doesn't seem to hear me and hits my car, nothing serious, then he gets out, looks over to see if there is any damage. At this point i'm expecting a goddamn apology, instead the drivers starts motioning me at me and screaming madly. Naturally, i do the same thing and he gets closer to my window, so I grab my metal steering wheel lock and he backs off to his car. He drives away and I drive away feeling baddass.\n\nLater, in my classroom i'm thinking again and again about the nerve of this driver to hit my car and then get so pissed off. Then I remember having seen the car beside me drive in reverse to at the same time the taxi did. THEN IT HITS ME. **My car has manual transmission! I was lightly pressing the clutch the whole time!** I was the one who hit him!\n\nI felt really bad for the taxi driver after that. Wherever he may be, sorry man.",
"score": 5
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"body": "One time when I was mowing the lawn, I accidentally ran over a mole. I saw movement right in front of my projected course and instantly took my hand off the...gas bar(?), but it was too late. I didn't visibly hurt the critter but I picked it up and felt it stop breathing in my hands. I scared the poor thing to death. I felt so bad and I couldn't finish mowing the lawn that night. I think it was during my freshman year of high school. R.I.P Mole.",
"score": 5
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"body": "Two things spring to mind.\n\nIt was the January sales a couple of years ago and I was in the local shopping mall. It was incredibly busy. It was also incredibly cold, so I had on this massive coat. Anywho, I was walking through a crowd (shoulder to shoulder type walking as it was so busy) and this rather large lady basically walked right in to me, so I spun round to give her a disapproving glare, although she pushed in to me hard enough to start the spin anyway. As I was spinning my massive coat sort of opened and enveloped this tiny elderly lady inside my coat. I was startled, so span round the other way sort of throwing her to the ground a bit.\n\nThe other one, I was having a pretend \"throw stones at each other\" fight with a friend when I was a kid (about 8 I'd guess). He hit me in the leg and then ran off. I had picked up a stone but couldn't see him anywhere. I just sort of tossed away the stone towards this large tree. If you imagine, the tree sort of split in the middle, like a giant \"Y\" shape. The instant I threw the stone towards the tree my friend popped up his head where the tree parted and the stone hit him bang in between the eyes. I went over to see him and I've never seen so much blood come out of someone so quickly. I genuinely thought I'd killed him. He was fine, although he's still got the scar 20+ years later.",
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"body": "At a camp I used to attend you had a choice of major and minor electives, being the extremely nerdy I decided to take chess as a minor. After I had finished one of my games I decided to walk around and see how good the other players were. As I'm surveying my enemies I notice two players getting into a pretty heated argument, a guy was basically screaming in a girl's face because she was winning. I'm normally a pretty shy kid but decided to try and stop it. So I walk up behind the female player and say to the guy across the table \"Calm down it's a chess game, stop messing with her.\" Confident that I had shown bravery on par with that of Hercules I began to walk away, until I get a tap on the shoulder from the girl I just saved and the words \"I'm a dude\".\n\nWhoops. \n",
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"body": "When I was in the 10th grade my class was invited to attend in a presentation on the Holocaust that was going to include a survivor from Auschwitz. The event was being held in the theatre of my school, which would hold about 800 people, and was scheduled to begin during the first afternoon class.\n\nI ate a huge lunch that day and was looking forward to what was probably going to be an emotional, if not heart wrenching, presentations. I sat in the 3rd row of the theatre, the lights dimmed, and it was go time. The presenter came out and introduced the special guest, the gentleman who was the Holocaust survivor.\n\nThe next thing I remember was being elbowed in the side by a friend of mine. I jolted awake just time to hear the tail end of the elderly gentleman saying, \"... and we need to be careful that we don't forget, and don't fall asleep to the injustices of the world, like this young man has fallen asleep in the third row...\" I was jolted awake as he finished saying \"...third row...\" It was not a good day.\n\nedit: spelling",
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"body": "I was in a hurry walking really fast, and bought some coffee by the window of a coffee shop, you know one of those you just walk-by, I grabbed my cup of coffee and start walking fast again, there was this man a couple steps away sitting on a ledge, holding a cup, I dropped a quarter in the cup and left... the guy just looked at me all intrigued and didn't say anything... When I realized what i did it was too late, I was too embarrassed to go back and apologize/buy a new coffee... I still feel bad and laugh at the same time.",
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"body": "Not one that I did personally, but watched.\n\nA friend of mine will use terms of endearment towards girls, just out of habit. He's engaged, so it's not like he's trying to get with them or anything. Nicknames like \"love\" \"sweet cheeks\" etc.\n\nAnyways, he's talking with this one girl, and calls her \"doll face\" (I think the question was \"So, what are you doing up here at 2AM on a Thursday, doll face?\") Anyways, she starts shivering, freaking out, and then breaks out crying. My friend is looking at her thinking \"what the hell?\" and then begins to apologize. It turns out that she was a victim of childhood sexual abuse, her abuser would put makeup on her and dress her up, and rape her at the age of like 8 or something like that. Just hearing \"doll face\" brought back flashbacks of the trauma. Her brother, who was with us at the same place, comes across, and asks why she's crying. I explain what happened, and his face goes from an \"angry brother defending his sister\" look to a \"what's going on\" look to a \"oh my god\" look as I explain. He takes her home, returns, and effectively says to never say those two words around her ever again. It was her first flashback in 8 or 9 years, right about when she was starting to get mentally stable again. My friend hung his head in shame for the rest of the night.",
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"body": "meta-comment: Anyone else find it difficult to upvote any of these stories about horrible things people have unintentionally done?",
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"body": "this was back when i was an jerk with girls i dated and when i used to smoke cigarettes. me and my gf (at the time) were walking through the mall, i noticed a zippo lighter and said out loud \"thats a pretty neat lighter\".. skip to 3 months later in the relationship.. by this time i was over the relationship, i didnt want to be in it anymore.. so we went out for breakfast and i broke up with her. we both knew it was coming. but you know when you work every day, the dates dont really matter, you just judge what day it is by the shift youre working... well it just so happened to be valentines day that day, and she had bought me that lighter for valentines day.. i didnt know what to say, so like an asshole i said, \"can i still have the lighter?\"\n\nlike with most of my ex girlfriends, i become really good friends with them afterwards.. she still taunts me with that fucking lighter, she doesnt use it, she just has it in her bathroom hanging out with her facial scrub and hand lotion.",
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"body": "It wasn't me but one of my good friends back in high school lost her mom to a crazy-long battle with cancer. We all found out because she wrote a note about it and asked that we not bring it up at all, not even ask her if she was ok/wanted help. \n\nSo we were sitting at lunch the monday after her mother passed away and we were all trying to get a nice funny conversation going when she says something along the lines of \"that fruit cup looks so dead\" and one of my friends blurted out \"your mom looks so dead.\" I tried my best to signal to her that she should apologize immediately but she wasn't getting it. Probably the most uncomfortable situation I've been in.",
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"body": "I was at a mall in Toronto with some friends of mine. Some other person had spilled their drink in the food court, so the janitor mopped it up and put up a wet floor sign. \n\nMy friends and I were just standing around talking, but we were blocking the sign so nobody else could see it. None of us realized it at the time. We weren't doing it on purpose or anything like that.\n\nSo, we're all standing there and this like 70 year old Chinese lady is walking by and she ended up slipping on the wet floor. I think she broke her arm. She was holding it pretty tight and it reminded me of when I broke my arm. If we hadn't been standing there, she would have seen the sign and she probably wouldn't have slipped.",
"score": 3
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"body": "When I was 11 I arrived at an airport in California having just come from London. At this point I was very into the first grand theft auto and I said to my brother jokingly 'He's got a gun!' (which is what on of the people on the street says in the game). The police went ape shit and when they discovered it was a false alarm gave me a very stern talking to. When you're an innocent English school boy and you have Americans waving guns around it is quite scary lol. ",
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"body": "One time I got super drunk and passed out in a bed with a girl. I woke up early morning wondering which one of my asshole friends had dumped their drink on us while we were sleeping. Eventually, I realized that I had actually peed the bed. There was so much pee that my phone (which was still in my pocket) was destroyed. The girl didn't really talk to me too much after that.",
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"body": "An elderly lady was discussing how her husband slept with a gun in the nightstand by their bed. As she was discussing the reason for the gun to be in the nightstand, the noise of the room washed over her reasoning. Instead of asking her to repeat the reasoning, I assumed it was for security reasons. \n\nSo I asked if he had ever actually used/needed the gun in his nightstand as he had planned. She said no, he died of cancer. Turns out he kept the gun around to put himself out of his misery if he got too sick.\n\nThe conversation ended there, and I don't know how she took the comment but felt awful for the awkwardness of the misunderstanding.",
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"body": "Ok, I'm not sure how may people are going to agree this was unintentional, but it was. So I went to an all boys boarding school and when there are no girls around people generally end up doing some pretty odd stuff to be entertained. One of these things, besides watching huge amounts of porn, was pranks. We had gotten into a prank war in which every prank pulled had to one up the one before. This went on for about a year at which point the pranks were becoming really violent. \n\n One day my roommate and I were sitting in the dorm, I think i was working on a paper and he was playing Diablo 2. He got super into that game to the point where he wouldn't take his eyes off the screen for any reason. Our friend comes in and starts pouring liquid over his head. My roommate, thinking it's just water, continues to play the game. When the liquid reaches his eyes he realizes it's not water but is in fact rubbing alcohol, starts yelling, you get the point. \n\nSo we're sitting and trying to figure out how to get him back. At that point i remmembered a trick I'd learned at summer camp. If you cover your hand in rubbing alchohol then light it on fire and put it out quickly, you won't get hurt (video evidence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zz8nCgoOWDA). I growing up as kind of a pyro had done this many times. So I get the idea to wait for him to be brushing his teeth, then set his arm on fire. This would allow us to throw in directly into the shower.\n\nWe wait for him to brush his teeth and both barge in, me with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and my roommate with a lighter. He sees us and somehow immediately knows what's about to happen but I manage to get rubbing alcohol onto his arm and my roommate lights him up. At this point there is a ton of fire. He threw his arm down and a fire ball just flies off it onto the wall, which lights the wall on fire (it didn't really do any damage, it went out when the rubbing alcohol ran out.) I have to admit for the first .5 seconds before we realized he was actually in pain it might have been the funniest thing I've ever seen.\n\nMy roommate runs over and turns on the shower and we try to shove our flaming friend into the shower. He trips and now is on fire on the ground just rolling around. (I think somewhere it should be mentioned that this building is all wood a month before another student had been kicked out for smoking because it was a fire hazard.) We pick him up, get him in the shower and he's finally put out. He had first and second degree burns all up and down his arm (it was seriously bubbling off. We found out later that we had a higher than normal purity level on the rubbing alcohol. I'm not sure if that had anything to do with what happened. It was horrible. His skin was seriously bubbling off.\n\nTl;dr: We lit my friend on fire with rubbing alcohol because it's not supposed to actually hurt, everything went wrong, he got first and second degree burns.\n\n",
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"body": "It wasn't me who did it but I was sitting next to my buddy in class when he told our teacher - \n\nFriend : \"Hey you look great and ready to have your baby, when are you due?\" \nTeacher : \"Sorry Paul I had the baby 4 months ago\"\n\nClassroom was silent, except for me, I turned to my friend and said \"you just failed biology\".",
"score": 3
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"body": "I was eating with my family and my brothers' at-the-time girlfriend. My mom was into the whole vinegar as a universal cleaning solvent craze and she had a spray bottle of vinegar. After dinner I was cleaning the dinner table using the vinegar, my brothers' girlfriend walked by, and as a joke I pretended like I was going to spray the vinegar in her face. Unfortunately, in an attempt at being as realistic as possible I push down a little on the trigger and a short spurt of vinegar shot into her eyes. ",
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"body": "One hot, dry and windy day some friends and I were smoking on the neighborhood playground before going to the pool. About 5 - 10 minutes after leaving the playground we notice thick black smoke coming form that direction. Everyone around the pool (20 people) take notice, people start calling 911, someone runs for water, crowd forms. After the fire was out we saw the damage that was done: bench melted completely, playground and tennis fence had melted, half of the playground equipment had melted, plants and trees burned down. \n\nLuckily no one saw us there or those who did did not report us. And a month later the HOA called my company to replace some of the material that was lost in the fire.",
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"body": "We fry/pan cook tons of things in my apartment (4 guys) and have developed a system to avoid clogging our drain with grease. There is a 1 quart plastic yogurt cup in the kitchen which grease is poured into and then later properly disposed of whenever it gets full.\n\nAnyway once a friend of mine comes over for dinner and brings her vegetarian roommate. After dinner we are chatting about what she finds disgusting about meat and whether it is a moral thing or a personal choice etc etc. We end up on the subject of organic food and I mention that I got some excellent organic yogurt at Trader Joes last week and she should really pick some up. She was in the kitchen helping with dishes while i was sitting at the table still and notices the yogurt carton out and picks it up. She asks if that is it and, thinking she meant brand I absent mindedly said yea!\n\nShe opens it to smell and nearly vomits from the sight of about a pint of nothing but pork fat floating on bacon grease. \n\ntl;dr - I accidentally made a Vegetarian smell/touch a copious amount of bacon grease.",
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"body": "In seventh grade, I sat at a science class table as the only girl with maybe five guys. I was dorky and not appealing, so I tried to be \"one of the guys\" by joking around with them. One day, one of the guys had a big scratch on his chin. Thinking that no one would be stupid enough to fall for it, I told him at great length how to avoid scarring: peel the scab off and rub salt in. If it hurts, rub harder.\n\nHe came in the next day with a big bandaid on his chin and had a scar for as long as I knew him.",
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"body": "I've always wanted to tell this one. One late afternoon I was driving South on the Highway 5 in San Diego, I had just passed this massive moron church on the left hand side of the freeway (for those of you who live in SD), and I was heading down the hill. All 4/5 lanes of traffic were fairly packed since it was about rush hour. I was in the second slowest lane. There was a beat up pick-up truck to my right, filled with 3 Mexicans that had probably just finished a day of hard labor judging by how dirty they appeared. Both are cars were going about 65mph and these dicks decided to speed up to cut me off. Off course I would have none of this and I put my footdown, my car quickly catches the slower truck, I look over to give them this mean face and they look back in shear terror (not the look I was expecting), I glance down the road and 30 feet in front of us, in their lane, is a traffic jam (cars that are trying to exit onto another freeway and have waiting until the last minute to do this). The truck slams on its breaks, I go flying by and in the rearview mirror I see what can only be described an thee most epic car crash ever. The pickup truck crosses all 4/5 lanes crashes into the concrete medium and is then pummled by about 8 on coming vehicles. All because I wouldn't let them over. The story isn't over. I'm in shock but you better believe I keep driving. After all I am a 22 year old, self-centered prick. I get home to my place, that I share with 4 roommates, in Pacific Beach (PB). A few hours goes by and we realize Kevin (who by the way was traveling in a separate vehicle a few minutes behind us) hasn't come home. Yeah he's in the hospital. Yep he got in a wreck cause of me. Yep he know's I did it. He's too nice to every do anything about it but we're no longer close friends.",
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"body": "My ex-girlfriend asked me how she could write a eulogy that she was requested to preform for her grandmother that was still alive, but on her death bed. I responded: Very slowly.",
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"body": "I was working in a retail shop just wandering around putting clothes away from the changing rooms when this lady came up to me and said 'excuse me i've lost my husband...' before letting her finish I so 'oh I'm sorry, have you looked downstairs in the menswear?' and she replied. 'No dear, he's dead. I'm wondering if you can help me find some trousers suitable for his funeral'.\r\n",
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"body": "On Easter Sunday when I was 15, my sister (10 at the time) and I were playing in the front yard. I found a broom in the shed, unscrewed the head, and was throwing the stick across the yard like a spear. At one point, I decided I was going to mess with my sister. I turned to her, said \"Hey Jen,\" and pretended to throw the broom handle at her. \n\nExcept by \"pretend\", I mean \"accidentally let it go and threw it right at her.\"\n\nIt soared right at her mid section. Luckily (not), she ducked. So it speared her right on top of the head and bounced away. She screamed so loudly that both my parents came running.\n\nWe spent the next 10 minutes in the car driving to the hospital. My sister was still screaming. I was crying my eyes out because I thought I'd killed my sister. My dad drove faster than I'd ever seen him drive and said \"fuck\" more times than I'd ever heard him say \"fuck.\" My mom held a towel my against sister's head to keep the *blood from dripping into her eyes.* \n\n8 stitches later, my sister was fine. It's been 10 years and she brings that story up every time she meets one of my friends for the first time. I guess she's earned it. ",
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"body": "In the week after I turned 16 and got my license I was Mr. Cool, giving rides to all my friends and etc. (I was the first to turn 16 in our social circle.) One day after school I told my friend Kevin that I'd give him a ride home. As we approached my car we noticed that a family was standing in the yard of the house that I parked in front of. Turns out I parked in front of this house's mailbox and the father told me they didn't get their mail delivered that day. They were upset. It must happen a lot because their house is right next to the high school. So I apologize and explain I'm a new driver, explain that I didn't realize mail won't get delivered if there's a car parked in front of the box, explain that I won't do it again. All that stuff. \n\nThe father's like OK. That's good to hear. And look, see, we're now putting these cones out by the mailbox so people don't do it anymore.\n\nWe say goodbye and Kevin and I get in my car. We laugh nervously because this dude was an intimidating -type dude. Scary father figure type. I put the car in drive and accelerate forward, forgetting the cone is still there. We feel a bump in the car and realize I ran over the cone, and then look out the side window and see the father looking menacing and ugly. I sped off and never parked by that house again.\n\nHe must have thought I was an asshole, playing like I was sorry and then running over his cone in an act of defiance or teenage rebellion.\n",
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"body": "I was talking to a deaf friend online and cracked a Helen Keller joke. I just forgot she was deaf since we were on AIM. Oops.",
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"body": "A friend made a joke about being on her period and her lady parts. For some reason I made a joke about it being like one of the plagues from the bible. Her response is like \"oh the river of blood\" and i was like no \"the frogs, heh, or like, kills your first born son.\" Cue the short pause: we both realize she'd had a miscarraige a while back and that the plague joke totally lines up. Massive awkward lulz and :( faces.\n\nMost awkward accidental moment.",
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My cat keeps knocking litter outside her litter box, how do I stop her? | I even bought her a bigger litter box, the kind where it's mostly enclosed and the bastard still digs in the litter when she pees/poos and gets litter all over the damn bathroom floor. I'm tired of cleaning it up, it gets stuck in the floor tiles and everything.
* I will not kill her
* I will not get rid of her
* I will not move the litter box into another room
Aside from those options, oh wise ones, what do I do to resolve this issue of monumental importance in my pathetic, yet real existence? | 3 | [
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"body": "You should explain to her in a calm, rational manner why she shouldn't be knocking litter out of her litter box.",
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"body": "Dress like a gold rush prospector. Every time you see your cat tossing out the litter, run up to the litter and grab it. Bite it just like you would bite a gold nugget. Pretend the floor of your house is a stream, and pan for litter. Keep litter in a sack tied to your belt. Then invite a friend over and weigh out the litter you have collected. Then have your friend weigh out the same amount of catnip. The friend leaves with the litter and you keep the nip. Dance a jig. Roll in the catnip, but do not share it with your cat. Eventually, the cat will come to believe that litter is worth its weight in catnip, and she won't toss it out of the box. ",
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How do I tell my family that I am dying? | Background: I was just diagnosed with stage III/IV diffuse non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I am 33 years old. I have no idea how long I will live, and surprisingly, I have been fine with knowing that I may not be here for very much longer. I just have no idea how to tell my family. I saw the pain my father felt when his father and my stepmom passed. Same thing with my mother and grandfather when my grandmother passed. But how do I explain to them that I will most likely not be here?
My family is in the US, and I am in Korea teaching English. After spending 9 years in I.T. I finally found what I wanted to do, teach, and my family was apprehensive, but happy for me.
I want to know how to tell my family and friends that I have this disease, and not to worry about me. I feel selfish wanting to tell people that I am sick, especially because I think that somehow, I can fight it and be fine. I want to be fine, and I don't know if I am fooling my self thinking that I will be fine. I want to refuse to belive that I am dying, but if I am, I think that I really need to tell my family so that they are not surprised.
Like I said before, my step-mom died, and it was very sudden and unexpected. I know that people can deal with death in the family to some degree, but after my father lost his wife, my stepmom, I saw and felt the pain he went through. I don't want him to go through the same pain again.
TL:DR
How do I tell my family that I have cancer and make them feel ok about it?
EDIT: This is not a post about trying to raise money for me or my family. This is not political either, but thankfully I was diagnosed (albeit very late) in S. Korea, and all tests and hospital stay costs are under $1k
Edit 2: Just how painful is a bone marrow biopsy?
Edit 3: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone that has replied so far. The links and especially the personal stories have been very helpful and unbelievably reassuring.
Edit 4: I wrote the original post very late at night, and it may have sounded a bit melodramatic or defeatist. I am not going down without a fight. I wish I could change the title to something like
"FUCK CANCER! (and by the way how do I tell the family)"
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"body": ">Doxorubicin-based combination chemotherapy produces long-term disease-free survival in 35% to 45% of patients.[2-4] Higher cure rates have been reported in single-institution studies than in cooperative group trials.\n\nhttp://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/pdq/treatment/adult-non-hodgkins/HealthProfessional/page9\n\nWhy do you have to die? Go tell your family and get them on your side then fight it all the way through. There have been studies that the will to survive+conviction can also improve your survival rates. There are cancer survivors who come from the depths of of hell back and live great lives 35%-45% does NOT mean you are dying. Lose the defeatist attitude. Go tell your family. Don't cry, don't let them cry (if you can). Get angry and fight it. Best of luck, I can only imagine scary this must be. But don't EVER admit defeat.",
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"body": "\"Knock knock.\"\n\n\"Who's there?\"\n\n\"I have cancer.\"\n\n\"...I have cancer who?\"\n\n\"I have cancer, and I'm currently undergoing treatment.\"\n\n\"...Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"That sucks.\"\n\n\"...yeah.\"",
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"body": "My mom died of cancer when I was in high school. I was pissed because I had no idea that she was as sick as she turned out to be. \nShe and my Dad tried to \"protect\" us kids and I resented them both for years. \n\nTell them now.\nLet them love you as much as they can before you go. \nTell them.\nThere may be things they want to say and do.",
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"body": "You can't make your family feel OK about what is happening, your family wont feel OK knowing that you will die. You can't make others feel something.\n\nYou should be honest and tell your family what is happening to you and how you feel about it. \n\nYou must expect that your family will rally around you and that you will all work through it together.\n\nI sincerely hope things work out for you, my thought are with you.",
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"body": "Keep saying things like \"I'm dying... to see that movie,\" and then just eventually leave of the ending.\n\n\nAnd also, FIGHT!",
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"body": "I recently watched a great series, \"breaking bad\". It's about a dying man who manufactures meth to cover cancer treatment costs and to leave his family with money.\n\nWhat I found most interesting and powerful was the way he told his family and friends that he was not interested treatment, and that he would face death on his own terms in his own way. I can't remember which episode specifically, but whatever it was, it's likely available on TPB or other sites. It was one of the first few, somewhere in season 1 episode 1 through 5.\n\nBest of luck.",
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"body": "Wow man, that's horrible news and I don't know what I'd do in your situation. Just a heads up though, you may be in danger of being deported. While teaching English in Korea a friend of mine was diagnosed with a terminal illness (not getting into specifics); his doctors informed the immigration bureau which informed his hagwan. He was out of the country a week later. I'm not trying to scare you or anything but your visa status is something you might want to look into. \r\n\r\nYou need to tell them in person; but quite frankly if it were me I'd take an extended vacation in S.E. Asia before coming back home....",
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"body": "I find that putting things i have to tell people on cakes helps them cope with it. No one can be really sad with cake.",
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"body": "How you want to do this is completely up to you, what I envision here are only ideas.\n\nI want to tell you that you are not a bad son our daughter (or sister/brother) for having a grave illness. All the expectations, feelings of inferiority that your parents may have inadvertently instilled in you growing up may be really close to the surface, but they are not reality. You have found your calling, and you are dedicated to it. And what a great thing, to choose to serve others by being an educator. There probably isn't a more selfless profession in our society.\n\nYou should consider yourself first.\n\nDefinitely do it in person. Try to be casual about why you want to visit, no sense in getting them worried for weeks or months until they get to see you. Just say you want to come home for spring break or some holiday. Maybe tell them you have a big bonus coming your way, or you miss the local pizza joint or something like that. Then you need to carefully arrange to have everyone in the same place at the same time. It's ok to invite close friends too, they will be able to support you in a way that your family can't.\n\nThink about how you want your family to treat you, and ask for that. Recognize that they may be unable to give you what you ask for. You ask anyway because they will remember it, and they will try.\n\nIt may be that everyone is having a good time, and you don't want to change the mood with your news. You need to do it anyway. Don't worry about their feelings too much, you are not responsible for their feelings. Of course, they will be sad. Your mother will probably take it the worst as she probably probably has the strongest bond with you. Maybe you want to sit next to her so she can hug you first. This is one of those times that it is about you. It is always OK to tell the truth about yourself. Let them love you.\n\nBut you need to do it. In this way, you need to think of them. There are things that they need to do to make amends with you in some way or another. It is an opportunity you don't want to miss out on either. And I imagine you want them to remember you with happiness and love, not regret or resentment.\n\nSomething you may wish to consider: http://www.optimumhealth.org/optimumhealth/ I am not sure about their success with lymphoma, they can tell you. They are curing or causing remission in people who have been written off as terminal by western medicine.",
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"body": "Despite the lying douche in the first post, there is some good advice in [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/abwcx/how_do_i_tell_my_familyfriends_that_im_going_to/).",
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"body": "I found a couple good communities after my diagnosis with hodgkins lymphoma that may help you out.\n\n[Planet Cancer](http://myplanet.planetcancer.org/) Social network for young adults with cancer in their 20's and 30's, they were all very helpful and supportive throughout my treatments and post-treatment. I suggest making a profile, there plenty of people to talk to going through the same thing as you.\n\n[WebMagic Lymphoma Forum](http://forums.lymphoma.com/) for any questions you have, just look around the forum for awhile, you will find some very helpful information.\n\nBest wishes.",
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"body": "I am the father of a 25-year-old son who was diagnosed with NH Lymphoma nearly two years ago. It was caught very early, and after surgery, chemo and radiation and with some luck, hopefully he will continue to stay cancer free for many years. But we are constantly aware of the possibility of it returning. \nAs a father, it is hard to imagine a worse situation. I would give everything I own to be able to take his disease from him and suffer it myself. I'm sure your father feels the same way about you. So the news is likely going to be devastating to him. But for your family's sake and for yours too, be strong and assure them that you have accepted your situation. Let them know that you are going to fight it as your doctors prescribe, but what happens is going to happen. The positive acceptance of your situation will be the most comfort you can give them. \nGood luck with your fight. Let your family know that you love them and that you don't want them to worry about you.",
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AskPets: How can we train our dog to stay off the couch and bed? | We have a 5 year old chocolate lab that sheds and cleans himself whenever he lays on the couch and bed. For that reason, we would prefer if he would lay on his dog bed or carpeted floor. How can we train our dog to stay off the couch and bed? Is he too old to learn?
We've tried the basics, like telling him no and directing him to his dog bed. He seems to know better, because he doesn't do it as much when we're around. Any advise would be appreciated. | 3 | [
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"body": "use the word OFF rather than the word NO\r\nalso dont use GET DOWN because a trained dog will confuse this with \"down\" which means to lay down...\r\n\r\nso.. offer a nice soft treat, on the floor and say OFF, eventually he learns that OFF means OFF..\r\n\r\nanyhow here is a link about how to prevent shedding\r\nhttp://www.bukisa.com/articles/4800_how-to-reduce-shedding-in-dogs",
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Reddit: I have jury duty next week... I need advice
on how to get out of it. | I know a part of being a good american is doing Jury duty, but my girlfriend recently lost her job and bills can get pretty tight. If I am forced to do jury duty, then it will break me, as my company will not pay me while I am gone.
Any advice or tips on ways to make sure I am not selected?
*EDIT - I live in Florida | 9 | [
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"body": "Don't fucking get out of it. Do the world a favor and let us have a half way intelligent and informed juror on a jury for once.\n\nIgnore this advice if you are a dumbass.",
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"body": "Simply show up at the scheduled time, and tell them that serving on a jury would constitute a financial hardship, as you are the sole earner in your household, and your employer will not pay you while you are serving on a jury.",
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"body": "If you get the opportunity, tell them that the defendants are always guilty b/c cops don't arrest innocent people. ",
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"body": "Actually the best way to get out of jury duty is to act extremely competent and present yourself as someone who thinks for themself and is not easily manipulated. Lawyers hate these kind of individuals.",
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"body": "Last time I was called for jury duty I was in the first group to be dismissed around 10am. It might have only been a coincidence, but all of the people in my group that were released seemed to be well dressed professionals that looked like they had somewhere else to be. My advice would be to dress nicely, be polite and act like you have somewhere more important to be. Perhaps bring some work to do while you are waiting? I have jury duty next month so I will see if it works again.\n\n*I live in Florida, Palm Beach County",
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Reddit, what is the best motivational quote you have ever heard or read? | Specifically, I'm looking for the kind of motivation that helps you push through pain (physical or mental) and to keep going until you reach your goal, no matter what.
Edit: I hope these keep coming! There are a few I have heard/read before, but so many that are new to me. All are inspiring in their own way. Thanks! | 12 | [
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"body": "\"The friends you surround yourself with don't have to be the best and the brightest; but rather, the willing and the loyal\"",
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"body": "My father gave my brother a laminated card with this quote on it. I'm still slightly bitter I didn't get one. But no matter. The men in my family are card carrying MLK Jr. quote subscribers.\r\n\r\n\"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.\"\r\n\r\nI also live by this. But replaced \"man\" with \"woman\" \"he\"s with \"she\"s and you get the idea.",
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"body": "\"There are two rules to living well. The first is, don't sweat the little shit. The second is, it's all little shit. In other words, it's all okay. We may be lost, but we're way ahead of schedule.\" - David Lee Roth",
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"body": "How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks. ",
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"body": "If the problem has a solution, worrying is pointless, in the end the problem will be solved. If the problem has no solution, there is no reason to worry, because it can't be solved. - Zen proverb",
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"body": "He who has a *why* to live can bear almost any *how*. \n\nThe most motivated person I've ever met lives by this quote, and he is who told it to me.",
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Know of any volunteer opportunities to assist in Haiti? | I have a degree in international development/management, speak French, am physically fit and trained in first aid.
I am also unemployed.
I would be very happy to devote time to helping those in Haiti. I am confident that I have the ability to be an asset not a liability.
There must be organizations that need volunteers for fieldwork.Or am I dreaming? Any ideas, Reddit?
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"body": "I'm involved in volunteer stuff in the San Francisco Bay Area. I regret to inform you that if you have no place to stay, no food to eat, no way to cook it, no way to support yourself entirely, you have no place in Haiti at this time. If you can get in, you'll be another burden on the country's resources. \n\nIf you're a ham radio operator, the Global ALE High Frequency Network is now active, and you can do good by calling, relaying, and transmitting messages to and from loved ones outside the country.\n\nIn addition to volunteering at the Red Cross, consider the Salvation Army. Donate to charities that actually provide relief in Haiti; our local news here has interviews with local people who provide food and shelter in Haiti year-round and who need donations and help handling the donations. Check out Burners Without Borders and see if they're going to Haiti: http://www.burnerswithoutborders.org/\n\nIf you actually want to labor there, BWB may be your best bet, but understand most organizations have existing volunteers they know and trust. Having a bunch of cowboys come in for the glory is not what they need, and it's what they'll suspect from new volunteers.",
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"body": "[Redcross is a good start](http://www.redcross.org/en/where) if you want to actually get on the ground. Contact your local office and they should be able to point you in the right direction if you wanna get your boots on Haitian soil\nAlso I saw on the news last night that Wycleff was requesting for people to contact their congress rep to do something about the Haiti disaster...don't know how that would work out since I'm not a US citizen, but its worth a shot.\n\nAlso [here](http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/2010/01/12/thoughts-and-prayers-haiti) is the official white house release on Haiti and information on how you can help. Possibly the easiest way is for you to help immediately simply text \"HAITI\" to \"90999\" and a donation of $10 will be given automatically to the Red Cross to help with relief efforts, charged to your cell phone bill.\n\n[Here](http://voices.washingtonpost.com/livecoverage/2010/01/haiti_earthquake_how_to_help.html?hpid=topnews) are a bunch of other charities you can donate to in order to aid with the relief effort.",
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If you could go back in time and try to stop 9/11, would you, and how would you do it? | I've often wondered about it. It would COMPLETELY change history. But for the good or the better?
And how would you do it? Would you stand in front of the doors and not allow anyone in? Would you try to contact the Whitehouse? The Airports? Would you go online with it?
I've always said if I did it I would bring with me a hard drive with all of Wikipedia loaded on it. What if you had to do it with only your knowledge?
Think about how old you were then, as well.
So, what would you do? | 8 | [
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"body": "I would send Bush a tip saying \"Bin Laden determined to attack inside the U.S.\"\n\n***edit:*** Jesus people, do so few people get a little dry sarcasm.",
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"body": "I would post a public service announcement that says if people try and take over your plane with fucking box knives, go ahead and stop them because they are just using God damned box knives.",
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"body": "Well if your going to ask this question I don't see any rules so it would play out like this. I would gather every piece of data gathered to date on the terrorists involved then go back two months before 9/11 and systematically take them out by explosives, snipers etc. The attacks would be all at once in order to insure the targets didn't have time to scatter. Then send the proper evidence to all branches of government explaining why these people died and what they had planned to do and who organized them. All documents would have post it note attached reading, \"You only get one\"-Spiderman.",
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"body": "I'd write a letter to Dick Cheney trying to convince him that all of those innocent lives are not worth the money he's about to make.",
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"body": "If I could go back in time, I would buy a lottery ticket for this week with the winning numbers. Forget saving a building.",
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"body": "First I'd win big on the lottery, become a respectable business man and make political friends via campaign contributions, and once they really fall in love with my checkbook, then I'll organise an exclusive black tie event where only the highest ranked politicians would attend, and set the date for Sep 11, location top floor of the WTC buildings :) ",
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"body": "If I were going to stop the 9/11 attack, and I could travel back anywhere...\n\nI think I would travel to Al Gore's campaign headquarters in Florida and raise holy hell over the use of confusing butterfly ballots.\n\nFix that, Gore wins in 2000. Gore wins, terrorism stays on the agenda- bin Laden doesn't get ignored.\n\n---\n\nOf course, this isn't good enough. I want to make sure that 9/11 is stopped. So before I go back in time, I commit to memory the names of all the hijackers, their ages, their country of origin and our best estimates as to what their cover identities were.\n\nI memorize the flight numbers, departure locations and times for each flight.\n\nI call the FBI and I give them all the information I have.\n\nI hang up the phone. I drive to a different phone and call a different department of the FBI and relay the same information. I do this until I have spoken to at least 2 people in each department having anything to do with domestic crime or terrorism.\n\nI call the CIA, and I talk to a couple of people in their counter-terrorism department.\n\nI call the NSA, and do the same.\n\nAt this point the FBI is probably looking for me because they think that I'm involved in the attack.\n\nThat's fine, because when they come and pick me up, I tell them I'm from the future. They don't believe me. That's when I pull out the two lottery tickets I bought that are being drawn tonight.\n\nWhen those tickets both win, they have no choice but to believe I'm from the future.\n\nIf they still don't believe me, I will have some back-up knowledge about all the minor earthquakes that will occur in some state on one day. This will confirm any doubts.\n\n---\n\nWhile I'm hanging out back in time, I will also warn them of the date and time of the Tsunami that killed everyone, and will make it my mission in life to get Tsunami sensors in place.\n\nI will also collect the numbers of every police station in every town on every coast of every country where the Tsunami happened. I will get hundreds of people who speak all the languages required, and on the morning of the Tsunami we will phone everyone and get them to evacuate their beaches.\n\n---\n\nThen I will make some spectacular financial investments.",
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"body": "go back and make sure that vegetable oil is kept as the fuel for the internal combustion engine like it was originally. ",
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"body": "It would be very easy to stop the attacks -- all you'd have to do is start a fight with the hijackers at the airport and have some other people do it with the other groups -- you'd all get arrested and the plan would be disrupted. Their training materials would be found and they wouldn't get a chance to try their plan again.\n\nFailing that, I would just send myself a note, \"A week into your freshman year in college, a large terrorist attack will occur. Do not spend the next two years sitting in your dorm room reading BBC, Slate, ZNet, TPM, and other political news. You will learn nothing of any importance. Learn to talk to people instead.\"",
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Alright, i'm taking the bull by the horns here. We need a minimum of 500 people committed to depositing in a credit union. We have slightly more than 25 subscribers to this subreddit. | the NCUA, which accredits and oversees credit unions, requires a minimum of 500 depositors for licensing. To qualify at that level, we'd have to illustrate the exact value of our total deposits, plus assets, minus the costs of maintaining the credit union and any other expenses.
We'd have to demonstrate some sort of economic viability, as well. Credit Unions primary function is to lend its money to its members. We'd need someone who needs some capital and wants to borrow (and can obviously pay back) to show viability.
We'd also need to establish criteria for admittance to the union (I suggest redditors with x time being a member, x karma, etc.). Then we'd need to figure out what kinds of loans we'd like to make. I suggest we help nurture internet businesses, or at least the internet end of businesses. But it could be anything - green technology installation in your home, for instance. We just have to figure that out.
The restrictions grow looser with 3000 depositors. If we could demonstrate that 3000 people would bank with us, then we can be a little more abstract with our business plan.
So who's our communications guy? We need to get word out to the reddit community that we're talking about this. We need to find out how many people would even consider applying, and then winnow that down to who qualifies. That's called our Field of Membership. We need that step first.
TL:DR - we're talking about forming a credit union, if this was too long to read then maybe you should just hang back until we open up membership applications. | 18 | [
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"body": "Im interested assuming this becomes a full-fledged alternative to my current bank. I am a 2nd year Computer Engineering student; so, while I doubt my knowledge is applicable to this endeavor I am more than willing to help.",
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What was the biggest mess you've ever made | When my brother and I were very young we decided to take various powdered packets from the pantry (gravy, kool aid, fajita seasoning, etc.) and dump them onto the cloth couch early one morning. After playing around with all of it for awhile, my brother (older and wiser) decided that we'd better start cleaning it before our parents got up. He wet a rag from the kitchen and proceeded to try mopping everything up. Mom was not happy that morning. | 3 | [
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Resolution to, "My wife is christian I'm an Atheist, I need some advice." | First off I want to thank everyone who posted constructive and illuminating comments on that post, There was really great discussion many far ranging topics.
I do want to state that the post was made in a fit of frustration over what I perceived to be my wife's inflexibility and refusal to respect my world view on the topic of religion and how to raise our son. I cherry picked the best comments and presented their arguments to her and also showed her my post, to illustrate where I was coming from and also the level of frustration that I had been harboring. I have to say I was shocked at the result.
She said, "Honey I knew that when I married you, this would be an issue that we would eventually have to deal with. I have no issue with you presenting your beliefs to our son in an appropriate manner and at an appropriate time."
Now paraphrasing, "However, my resolve to share MY faith and MY views with our son is just as strong, when he is older he can decide for himself what he chooses to believe in or not believe in. I just want to instill in him the values that Christianity can teach a child so that I know he will have a good knowledge of right and wrong."
To make a long discussion brief we decided that we would all continue to attend church myself included for two reasons. 1 Professional 2. to show my son that I support and understand my wife's faith.
When he is old enough to make the decision on his own he would have the choice of whether or not to attend church with mommy or stay home and study science, math, logic, reason etc. with daddy. We made a pact that we will always respect his decision, with the exception of Christmas and easter or other "special services".
I have to credit holyphuck for the at home study session idea while others suggested the same thing his made me laugh
"Leave it up to the kid. No church until you can ask the kid if he/she wants to go to church. If the kid doesn't want to go - stay home - if it does - then go. Every Sunday ask.
If the kid isn't old enough to make the decision then the kid isn't old enough to go to church.
When the kid says no and you stay home. Take him out for icecream. EVERY TIME. and do science experiments that blow stuff up."
I really did learn something here, I'm not nearly as smart as I think I am and my wife is much more understanding than I gave her credit for. once again thanks all for your help and advice.
Original link http://www.reddit.com/r/atheism/comments/aoofz/my_wife_is_christian_im_an_atheist_i_need_some/ | 8 | [
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"body": "Uhm but bringing your child to church at the moment is actually the beginning of the brainwashing, and instilling values of christianity? like what? bigotry? hatred? self righteousness/self entitlement?\n\nI say you grab your kid, head out the door and file a divorce paper. my rationale is that raising a child by taking them to church and babbling god this god that to them until high school years is pure child abuse / brain washing.\n\nagain its just my opinion and you are obviously set in your ways since you have a family and business to worry about. Either way dude Goodluck ",
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"body": "\"I just want to instill in him the values that Christianity can teach a child so that I know he will have a good knowledge of right and wrong.\"\n\nThis irritates me so much.",
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"body": "Not to be entirely cynical, but...\n\n>To make a long discussion brief we decided that we would all continue to attend church myself included for two reasons. 1 Professional 2. to show my son that I support and understand my wife's faith.\n\nMy Completely Guessed Unwritten Reasons:\n\n3. You get no poon tang unless you attend\n\n4. You still seriously get no tang unless you give up hour(s) of your life each week to listen to someone tell you what an invisible friend had to say to people who lived thousands of years ago and who would be astounded at the efficiency of a wheelbarrow. \n\nWhat sort of professional connections could you possibly have that would sever them if you didn't attend their social venue of choice? How professional is that, anyway? \"I didn't see you at church, don't bother billing next week.\"\n\nMaybe I'm just too hard-headed for it, as I wouldn't have buckled. But there is no pressure like spouse pressure, so who knows. I completely understand yet feel very sorry that such a compromise was necessary.",
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"body": "link to the original discussion, please.\n\n**EDIT** OK. Found it. [Here it is](http://www.reddit.com/r/atheism/comments/aoofz/my_wife_is_christian_im_an_atheist_i_need_some/)",
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Oh, hey Reddit, it's you. While you're here: what's the rudest thing someone in a service position (e.g. waitress, call center rep, etc) has done to you? | This is kind of mild, but I went into a KFC the other day, and when I walked in, a woman on the far end of the counter mumbled something to me - apparently, it was "eat-in or take out?"
She was looking down at the ground, had a drive thru headset on and wasn't in my proximity, so I missed the mumbled question, assuming she directed it to someone in the drive thru. I can be such a dick, sometimes!
Then, she kind of pissily repeated herself, still not making even peripheral eye contact with me. "Oh, sorry," I said, sincerely. "Were you talking to me?"
Then, raging with hilariously unwarranted impatience, she snaps "*SIGH* YES sir, you are the ONLY customer in the store."
Granted, it's fucking KFC. I'm not expecting a hand job and a pair of slippers with my chicken here. On the other hand, I work in customer service and know I'd be pretty fucked if I treated a customer like that, especially one, you know, doing nothing wrong.
After looking at her blankly for a moment, I just turned around and walked out. Usually I think it's funny when customers resort to this (oh no, less work!), but I was moreso concerned she'd do something to my food.
"WELL," she said, even more pissed. "YOU have a nice day, then!"
"Up fucking yours!"
That's about it, but I figured/hoped you crazy Redditors out there would have some good ones! | 124 | [
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"body": "While in college about 5 or so years ago, my roommates and I went to a nearby 24 hour diner. We waited about 30 minutes for someone to show up and take our order. All the wait staff were sitting around watching TV and being completely oblivious to our group. \n\nEventually, I took everyones order and went into the kitchen to cook it up (4 order of eggs, bacon and toast). I bring out the food and sit down to eat. As we are finishing the food the waiters finally realized we were there. He comes up to us and asks us how we got our food. I told him how I took care of everything and he can bring us some orange juice. Instead he called up a manager to come in.\n\nAbout 10 minutes later the manager runs in screaming and yelling. After, I told him the whole story he ended up firing the person who was our waiter and the cook.\n\nAs those 2 clowns started screaming at the boss and at my table I calmly get up and ask the manager if he needs help since he is short staffed.\n\nI worked at that diner till the end of that semester until I graduated.\n\nTLDR; I end up replacing some lazy employees",
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"body": "i have a pretty noticeable accent.\n\nwhen i first moved to las vegas nv, i stopped at some restaurant to grab a bite to eat.\n\nthe waitress came to take my drink order. i kindly asked if they had sweet tea. her response? \"this isn't the south. there's god-damned sugar on the god-damned table.\"\n\ni was out the door before the tea found its way to my table.",
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"body": "I went grocery shopping. At that time the cashiers had to press a special button at the till depending on if a customer wanted to pay cash or with an ATM-card. Normally they asked the customers for how they want pay.\n\nThe cashier forgot to ask me and went straight into the \"cash\" menu. Well, I didn't have cash on me and wanted to pay with my card..\n\nShe refused/told me it wouldn't be possible to change the menu and I have to pay cash. I should go to the ATM over there and take cash.\n\nPrincipally this wouldn't be a problem, but it would have cost me additional money using this particular ATM. \nShe insisted on, it was impossible to change the way of payment. I'd have to take cash out of the ATM. Please keep in mind, that it was her who didn't ask me but just choose the cash-option.\n\nI suggested to cancel all the items (wasn't much) and to restart the payment process and this time to choose the \"ATM-\"payment.\n\nNo. Again this wasn't possible. I am supposed to use the ATM.\n\nI said, I wouldn't do this. In this case I regret, but I won't buy now. She protested, but I just left the cashier area, leaving all the groceries behind me. I re-entered the store to pick up my five items and to line up at a different cashier.\n\nMiraculously, in the meantime, my items at the first till kind of could be deleted, because she was already busy to process the customer who were third behind me. \n\n**TL/dr**: Cashier at grocery store choose \"cash\" option instead of \"ATM\". She refused to change the payment option or to delete the scanned items and insisted I should use the cost intensive ATM to take out money and pay cash. \n\nI left everything at her till and re-bought my five groceries, paying with ATM-card at the next till.",
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"body": "As a current KFC employee of almost 6 months, I am infuriated. For more than one reason.\n\n1. We are taught to never ever **ever** be frank or rude with a customer. We have secret shoppers come into the store atleast once a month. If you would have been that shopper, that employee would have been fired, or severely reprimanded.\n\n2. Even though I am in school working towards my B of CS, I am proud of my job. I put a lot of effort in making my customers happy. In my area, people know that if they want to get hooked up, they come to me. Waiting 5 minutes for your food? Here's a free drink. Haven't tried a new Fiery Grilled Wing? Here's one on the house. \n\nI work for a good image, and this bitch just tarnishes it. \n\n*Friendly Bay Area KFC Employee*",
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"body": "I called in some carpet cleaners for my nasty rabbit-shit filled basement yesterday. Now, I live in Montreal, and currently the roads are full of shit-brown snow.\n\nSo two workers get in through the garage with their shit-snow-encrusted boots and proceed to walk all over the tiles leading to the basement carpet without even hesitating.\n\n\"OK, I get it\" I thought to myself, \"Some people aren't used to taking their shoes off in other people's homes.\" so I politely asked one of them:\n\nme (in French): Hey man, do you mind taking off your shoes before you come in? There's a lot of snow outside.\n\nhim: We don't take off our shoes.\n\nme: .... well I'm asking you to take off your shoes before you get into my house.\n\nhim: No sir, we don't take off our shoes.\n\nme (opening garage door): K. Bye.\n\nhim: Sir, you have an appointment.\n\nme:Goodbye.\n\nThe most telling part was when he left, he had this look on his face like I just did the most unusual thing in the world. Did he really think I was nuts for kicking out 2 fucking *carpet cleaners* who were about to walk on my carpet with shit-dripping boots?\n\n**tl;dr** Fuck SEARS.",
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"body": "I had a run-in with Verizon Wireless & the company that insures their phones: Asurion.\n\nI had a 2-year contract with the company. I chose to pay the $5 monthly 'phone insurance' fee, so that if my phone ever broke it would be replaced.\n\nMy phone broke. In half. No problem, I had insurance. I called the store that sold me the phone, and they referred me to an independent company that they said handled the replacement of insured phones.\n\nWhen I called the company, they said I was not one of their insured. It took a couple of phone calls to the Verizon store and to this company to determine that while I had been billed every month for phone insurance, my Verizon account stated, in error, that I did *not* have phone insurance.\n\nAfter a few days, the Verizon store confirmed for me that they had informed Asurion that I had indeed purchased phone insurance, and that my phone should be replaced.\n\nThe insurer, however, told me the next time I called that no such confirmation had been made, and I would be called back tomorrow.\n\nI waited two days, called again, and was told that I would be called the next day.\n\nTwo days go by, no phone call. At this point it's been seven days since I initially contacted this company in regards to a replacement phone.\n\nI called Asurion again after the weekend. They say I'll be called back on the following day. At this point I say that this is unacceptable, that I've been promised a phone call to rectify the situation twice and both times I've not been called. I ask to speak to a supervisor.\n\nThe supervisor I talk to tells me that even if I did purchase their insurance, which she says hasn't been confirmed by Verizon (by this point Verizon has told me that one of their employees simply made an error when setting-up/managing my account) and that they are not legally obligated to provide me with a new phone.\n\nI tell the supervisor I've paid $5 a month for 18 months for this insurance. I tell her that Verizon has confirmed for me that they know I've paid for this insurance, and that the initial information the insurer received stated that I was *not* insured was erroneous. \n\nI tell her that the $90 I spent on insurance could be spent on a new phone (my phone cost about $75) and that I would like a refund.\nShe says even if I am insured by their company, they are not obligated to provide me with a new phone for 60 days.\n\nI let this individual know that I'd been without a phone for 10 days at this point through no fault of my own. That I've been missing work-related calls, and that at this point I need a telephone.\n\nShe responded \"I can't give you advice on your personal life, sir.\" I hung up and paid $75 out of pocket for a new (same model) phone. Without insurance.\n\nEDIT: Included the mention of Asurion, the insurance company. Thanks, Zaedye.",
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"body": "Flying back home from Alaska I went and met a friend in Anchorage for a beer or four. I checked back through security and was at my gate with my ticket in hand about five minutes before the boarding was closed. Most passengers had boarded already, and I took a moment to get my luggage together and then gave my ticket to the gate attendant and started to walk down the boarding ramp. \n\nI was incredibly excited to get home after being on a boat for the past two months, to see my girlfriend, and to get the hell out of AK. As I started towards the plane, another gate attendant called me back and asked to see my ticket, I gave it to her, thinking nothing of it, and then she proceeded to tear my ticket up in front of my disbelieving eyes and print a standby customer a ticket and let them board. She then told me the flight was full. \n\nI thought I was the victim of a practical joke, I had already been scanned onto the plane, but no, she told me that I had forfeited my seat by not being at the gate 15 minutes early.\n\nI was totally disheartened. I asked where I was supposed to have learned this policy as it wasn't on my ticket, my confirmation e-mail, or anywhere else, and she couldn't tell me. I told here I had been totally isolated from the news, emails, and technology in general for the past two months and that i had no way of knowing this, but by the time I made my case the plane was gone. The same thing had happened to another passenger at the same gate and he cussed the lady out for a while, but I was tired, drunk, and had just gone through the worst costumer service of my life, so I had her book me on the next flight and told her that she had ruined my day and my belief in her capacity as a civil human being. and walked away",
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"body": "In Atlanta's underground mall. I bought a t-shirt or something. I go to pay for it, and while the sales clerk is ringing it up, I lay a $20 on the counter.\n\nShe looks dead at me, holds her hand out, and with venom in her voice, says \"Put it in my *hand*!\"\n\nI was shocked, taken aback and speechless. I put it in her hand and awkwardly searched for signs that it was a joke; it was not.\n\nThat was 15 years ago, and it really stands out in my memory.",
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"body": "This is probably not going to get many views because I'm late to the party, but whatever:\r\n\r\nI was in the queue for McDonalds, got to the front of the queue and the person behind the counter said \"sorry, we don't serve pakis\" (I'm Indian, and at the time I was quite young, i think around 12 or 13).\r\n\r\nFor quite a while after (until I went to university) I got extremely anxious about meeting new people because I thought they might be racist.",
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"body": "not a rude server, but a rude customer. i was at a local taco bell with my gf and had just sat down to eat. i went up to the counter to ask for some hot sauce and some guy was giving his order to the cashier. i stood there and waited for him to finish ordering when he asked for extra cheese on his burrito. the cashier informed him they charge extra for the cheese and he blew up on her. \"well, why dont you charge me less since i'm getting it without beans\" she said \"sorry, that isnt how the system works\" he made a few comments about taco bell cashier being a poor career choice when i had enough and slapped a dollar bill on the counter. he looked at me and said, \"i dont need your fucking money\" to which i said, \"apparently, you do\". the cashier gave me a \"thank you\" look and i walked away. the fucker even tried to start a fight with me on the way out, but i didnt feel like being arrested for assaulting an old man.",
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"body": "I was filling my car up with fuel and the girl in the cashbooth had accidentally left her mic on. So as she and her co-worker happily had an entire conversation about me it was relayed (loudly) over the speaker at the pump.\n\n Highlights included: \" Stupid bitch parked at the wrong side\" and \"Shit, how can you even tell if its a girl or a guy\". \n\nWhen I got to the booth to pay she realised she had been leaning on her mic switch and went a bit red, but didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I think we were both just kinda keen to get the whole thing over with.",
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"body": "It didn't happen directly to me, but I'm glad I got to witness this. I was in line at a McDonald's. It was around lunch and busy.A large woman standing out of way at the counter, with a tray and some food in front of her, waiting for the rest. The workers were frantically trying to fill all the orders as quickly as they could. A young employee picked up what was probably a specialty burger from the burger bin and placed it on the waiting fat lady's tray saying \"You're all set.\" and went to take another order. The fat lady yelled so the restaraunt could hear \"Excuse me, I need some french fries.\" The young worker stared at her quizzically for a second and the fat lady finished \"I already ate these.\"\r\n\r\nThe worker just got her some more fries, probably in hopes the lady would die a of a heart attack that much sooner. ",
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"body": "I went to a bar a few nights ago, called Mother's, in Chicago on Rush Street. I was with my boss for a night of drinking and merriment. We walked in past the door guy/bouncer, and we went to see if there were pool tables. The door dude caught up with us, pissed, because we didn't show him our IDs. We didn't hear him. My boss is deaf in one ear and I'm not too good with hearing above loud music.\n\nDude said \" you have to leave.\" I explained the situation, that neither of us could hear so well, but please allow us to stay and we both pulled out our IDs. That wasn't good enough. He still wanted us out.\n\nSo I said \"REALLY? You really want us out? I'm sorry you feel that way. I swear we weren't being disobedient. we just don't hear too well.\"\n\nHe still threw us out.\n\nWeird. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm black and the boss is white? Chicago is pretty racist, especially Rush Street, from my past experience. I dunno. \n\nAfter you become a grown-up, it just seems odd that people get so wound up.\n\n____________\n\nOn the other hand, where racism played into my favor: I went to see Cirque du Soleil when it came to Chicago a year or two back. During intermission I went to see the gift shops and OMG, a t-shirt was $45! Anyway, I found a couple things and went to purchase them. This _super_ ghetto woman behind the counter said \"Girl, you know you want more shit. Get chu some shit...here you go...\" and she started stuffing the bag with coffee mugs, t-shirts, calendars, you name it. I had a huge bag of stuff. She said \"..ain't nuff of us here, you know.\"\n\nHow could I refuse :)",
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"body": "Went out to a bar/poolhall for a few pitchers and a few games of pool. We racked up about a $90 tab on beer and most of the time we had to go and get them ourselves because our waitress was preoccupied with playing pool and flirting with a guy. Overall the service was poor, so we only tipped $10 on a $90 tab. When I gave the bartender the tab and our cash he commented on the small tip. I sat there shocked for a moment... it took me a few seconds to realize what he was saying, then I told him about the shitty service, called him an asshole and walked out.",
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"body": "I went to Sonic late at night for a drink run. I paid for the order, then realized he charged me twice for my milkshake. When I noticed this, I asked him for a refund. \r\n\r\nThe person working the drivethru stated that he charged me the correct amount, and that I was wrong several times before I had to break it down for him. At this point I was very calm with him, not trying to be a jerk.\r\n\r\n\"How much is one milkshake\", ok, \"Then how come my bill is...\" \r\n\r\nIt finally clicked for him. So I proceeded to ask for my refund, and he stated \"I don't know how to provide refunds\". This is where I started to get frustrated because I spent 5 minutes breaking the bill down for him. So I asked for the manager. \"There is no manager on duty\" he replied. I asked for him to provide me cash for the refund then, and explain the reason why his drawer was short. He stated, \"You are going to have to come back tomorrow for a refund\". \r\n\r\nIt was only 3 some odd dollars, and it was not worth it for me to argue with him any more. So as I drive off, he sticks his head out the drive through window and yells \"Fuck you\".\r\n\r\nWell this guy is a complete idiot, because this sonic is connected to a gas station that is open 24 hours. I peel into the parking lot, walk into the gas station pissed, demanding a reason for his horrible customer service. After another employee of Sonic mediates between us, and I demand to know the reason why he said \"fuck you\", as I was being courteous. His answer, \"because you rolled your eyes at me\". I did end up throwing my milkshake on the floor b/c of my anger. I have left out a lot of the ridiculous conversation, but I think you can get the point.\r\n\r\nNeedless to say, I complained to the store manager, and corporate. What do I get??? A free hamburger coupon in the mail from corporate, and him still working there 6 months later. I am never going back to sonic ever again.\r\n\r\nedit: To the people upset I went to corporate. Sonic should thank me for pointing out workers that may not align with their service standard. I don't expect anything from them, but sending me a coupon is a joke and condescending. Also, I worked in the service industry and held back every fuck you inside of me for many years. I have had DVDs thrown at me b/c of late fees, and I never said Fuck You to a customer. Yet he can't handle a simple roll of the eyes. Second I shouldn't have thrown the milkshake on the ground. Petty of me. But, I wouldn't have drank it as well not knowing what he did to it.",
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"body": "in a shopping mall, purchasing something, I paid with my credit card and the cashier girl stares at me with the look of disapproval ಠ_ಠ\n\nI'm wondering what's wrong, even getting a bit nervous, when she calls another cashier girl that was around, saying \"hey, you gotta check this out\"\n\nthe other girl comes, they both look at my ID, they look at each other grinning and the first one says \"is this really you?\" \"uhhh, yes it is...\"\n\nshe finally swipes the card and continues with the sale while saying \"you know, you look a lot better now\"\n\nseriously I didn't know if to take this as a compliment or an insult. for reference that ID pic was taken when I was 16, I did kinda look like a druggie since I was very thin and had this absent look in my eyes, but WTF",
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"body": "Didn't happen to me but rather my girlfriend. She's a teacher and goes to a school teacher warehouse to get this certain book every single month (they release it monthly obviously). It helps you with ideas for your class, etc. \r\n\r\nNow they NEVER have the book so she asks the manager to order it for her and he has done this succesfully for 3-4 months. After informing an employee (not the manager) that the book wasn't there she said she would like to have one ordered for her. The employee was now obviously frustrated on having to do this and started to act snippy. Saying that she couldn't, that the other stores didn't have one, etc. \r\n\r\nOf course the gf got pissed and informed the employee that she's had this done every month for the past 3 months. The employee (another female I might add) said okay and started to do something else. My gf stood there and then said \"is everything okay then?\" The employee said \"yeah, I told you no.\" Needless to say my gf stormed out. She went back the next day and talked to the manager (who is great and orders her the book). He gives the book to my gf for 50% off because of the incident and also had a word with his employee...\r\n\r\nI just hate when ppl don't want to do their job...suck it the fuck up\r\n\r\ntl;dr = employee didn't do job. gf went back the next day and spoke with manager. manager gave gf 50% off of item b/c of the lack of respect the employee showed. got employee in huge trouble (not fired though).",
"score": 29
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"body": "Once I was at a mini golf place using the driving range. I went inside to pay for another bucket of balls and the woman behind the counter was talking to a friend. I waited about 30 seconds and then she kind of glanced at me, I interjected and I asked if I could buy another bucket. \"When I'm done with my conversation.\" she said. I left. I wish I had said something, but I was completely stunned.\n\nEdited for clarity.",
"score": 28
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"body": "I was at a Pho restaurant down in Portland. Being that it was a crowded and stuffy place in there, after we finished eating, I stood up to get ready to pay. As I was standing near the register (which happened to be near where they bring in and out the plates), a little Vietnamese man came with a couple pho bowls in hand and proceed to kick the side of my leg and said \"move or you get burned!\"\n\nNever had a waiter kick me before...",
"score": 28
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"body": "I work for a niche retailer (about 80 stores country wide), and was visiting a city about an hour away with my girlfriend. I stopped into the local location to pick up a package of batteries for my gf's crappy camera. Knowing full well that SKU was 50% off for that week's promo, having such finalized and distributed the signage myself the previous week, I took them up to the counter to pay for them. The exchange went like this:\n\nHim: \"That'll be $20 plus tax.\"\n\nMe: \"Twenty? They're half off right now, shouldn't it be ten?\"\n\nHim: \"No, they're not on sale. Twenty bucks.\"\n\nMe: \"I'm sure they're 50% off, I'm SURE of it.\"\n\nHim: \"If they were on sale they'd say it, they're not on sale. Do you want them?\"\n\nMe: \"Just put the promo code in for the sale, it will automatically discount them.\"\n\nAt this point, I hadn't let on that I worked for the company, as I wanted to avoid obnoxious \"shop talk.\" \n\nHim: \"Listen buddy, are you going to buy these or not? Because if you're not, stop wasting my time and fuck \noff.\"\n\nI am, obviously, STUNNED.\n\nMe: \"Can I talk to the manager, please?\"\n\nHim: \"I AM the manager.\"\n\nMe: \"Okay, what's YOUR boss's phone number?\"\n\nHim: \"Fuck you buddy.\"\n\n\nSo, at this point I pulled out my cellphone and called his regional director directly. Needless to say he was INCREDIBLY unimpressed. I will admit I took a bit of joy in seeing the growing look of horror on the twit's face as I had the conversation. I hung up, and two seconds later his phone rang. After a very brief conversation, he hung up and very sulkily apologized and rang through my batteries properly.\n\nI don't know what eventually happened to him, but I didn't see him the company meeting a few months later...\n",
"score": 28
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"body": "Sadly, Its not what I've had done to me, but its what people I have been with have done to the waitstaff. :-(\n\nI lose so much respect for people who are rude to people in the service industry. \n\nI don't give a shit if they tip $0.00, just be polite. ",
"score": 25
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"body": "I was in a drive thru at a McDonald's that already has a terrible reputation for bad employees. When I got to the window to pick up my food, there were two employees in that tiny room *making out.* ",
"score": 21
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"body": "I actually had a regular customer be rude to me. I work at a golf course as a waitress so of course I get all kinds of old snobby people in. Any way, on my day off I stop by my work to pick up my check. I have my 1 year old son with me, and I run into some older regulars of mine. We start a convo and the old lady says to me, \"Oh, I didn't realize you babysat as well.\" I explain to her that this is my son. To which she rolls her eyes and says something to her husband about young unwed mothers living off her taxes, teens being pregnant, just sick... I'm 23 and married. I wanted to punch her in her face. She walked away before I could say anything, and now when they come in they make sure to request a different waitress.",
"score": 20
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"body": "I also had a problem with the local KFC.\nWell, KFC/Taco Bell.\nIt's never had great service, on the edge of town, hard to keep decent workers. But never had i had one this rude.\n\nSo it starts off, im in line, go up to the counter. The cashier is turned around talking to someone else working there, as i didnt say anything, i didnt really expect to be noticed, and waited patiently for him to turn around, when he did, and came to the counter, right when i was about to say hello, his phone buzzes, and he stops in his tracks, picks it up, reads his text, and then responds to it!\nWHEN IM STANDING RIGHT THERE!\nNot even so much of a \"hold on just a sec\" or something like that.\nNeedless to say, i havn't been back since, that kind of shit service is inexcusable.",
"score": 19
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"body": "I've never done something rude to someone in a customer service position, but when I was younger working my first retail job I had plenty of scenarios where I wanted to be rude as the associate. One memory I have that sticks out is when a woman berated me and called me stupid/retarded/etc for asking for her ID before processing a check. I completely shut down after that (I was like 16 fucking years old, it hurt my feelings), kind of floated through the rest of my day feeling like shit because she thought that insulting me would somehow change company policy or something. \n\nSlightly more recently when I was an assistant manager for a clothing store, I had a teenage mother and her mom come in. The teen mom asks me if there is a bathroom (she needed to change her baby), I told her we did not have a public bathroom but informed her of a place *literally 50 feet away* that did have a bathroom. She then gets really hissy with me and says she's going to change her baby in the fitting room, because \"She always does what's best for her baby\". I told her she can't do that - I have customers and there are no accommodations in the fitting room for her to be able to do that. She gets all pissed off and runs to the fitting room, where her mom is and has her come out to basically give me the run-down on why I'm such a piece of shit and all that. I suspect while this was happening her daughter changed her baby in the fitting room. When she came out, I asked them to leave and told her that she was not allowed to change her baby in the fitting room should they come back. They both sneer at me and the mom huffs something like: \"I know the owners. Don't worry, I'll be calling tomorrow about this\" while the daughter is all \"I DO WHAT I WANT!\" and then they leave.\n\nThe next day I come into work and give the owners the heads-up about the two women and explain what had happened (which, they took my side - the fitting rooms are not for changing diapers). Apparently they were just full of shit anyway, they never ended up calling. ",
"score": 18
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"body": "I have 2 of them. First one is short:\n\n1) Went to an Olive Garden with a group of 7 and after dinner we paid our bill and left an %18 tip. (Service was ok but not spectacular) The Waitress chased me down in the parking lot and demanded that I give her more because \"This just isn't enough.\" I walk back inside and ask for the Manager on duty. Him and I have a chat and she is still trying to defend her position. I ended up getting my tip money back (All of it) and a $30 gift card.\n\n2) I called in to the Credit Union I had a car loan through. I was calling to let them know I was going to be a week late on my payment because I had been away from work for the birth of my 1st child. The Representative I spoke to started getting mad at me like I did something to personally insult her by not paying on time. She was asking things like \"If you knew you were having a baby, why did you go out and get a car loan?\" I very calmly told her I did not have to justify myself to her. She keeps firing off questions like that and I finally (jokingly) say \"What are you, my Mother?\" She says \"Your Mother is probably as worthless as you are if she can't teach you to pay your bills.\" I was completely flabbergasted. I tell her to transfer me to her supervisor. She says \"I can't do that.\" So I tell her that I am 3 miles from her building and have nothing to do on my lunch break, so I will come on in. I went and made a complaint in person to the supervisor on duty. A week later she was no longer working there.\n\nTL/DR Rude Rep at Credit Union insults me, and my mother. I complain, she gets canned.",
"score": 18
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"body": "A friend of mine from college and I went to a Subway (probably the only time I ever went to one) and ordered sandwiches. I'm a white girl and he's a black guy. We order sandwiches from someone and they make them and kind of pass them down to the register lady. They are now at the register with an older woman that is supposed to give them to us and ring us up. She's acting all weird and isn't doing it (She probably 60ish and white). My friend and I have no idea what is going on but there is actually a line building behind us waiting. We ask is those are our sandwiches and the lady gets bitchy while we get confused. The manager steps in and is all cheery and kind of apologizes and tells us she is \"old fashioned\" (!) and does't believe in \"colored\" boys and white girls mixing and thats why she wouldn't hand us the sandwiches or ring us up. \n(This is in a Massachusetts city- maybe 1995)",
"score": 18
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"body": "I ran over to the Burger King across from my work to get one of their iced mocha BK Joe drinks. I don't usually drink that crap, but I was in need of some caffeine and the office was out of plain coffee. Anyway, I handed over my card and the cashier swiped it once, saw that it didn't swipe (that card does that with some registers) and manually punched in the numbers.\n\nSo, I get my drink, go grab a straw and a napkin, and I'm on my way out of the BK when the cashier (leaving her register unattended) runs after me, stands in my way blocking me from leaving. In a very aggressive tone, she tells me that my card was declined. I asked her to please swipe it again and mentioned that she might have mistyped a number, since she typed it in manually.\n\nHer response, verbatim: \"No. It won't do any good.\" Then she just stands there, arms crossed, refusing to serve the customers in line, waiting for me to magically remove some cash from my rectum or something. I'd just run over there with my card and ID from my office--I didn't even bring my purse, and if I had it wouldn't have had any cash in it, anyway. I use a debit card for everything.\n\nSo, I ask to see a manager, and she refuses, and continues to just stand there. I offer to give the drink back, and she says, \"No, you need to pay.\" I offer to leave the drink and run back to my office for my checkbook. She says they don't take personal checks.\n\nFinally, a tall, blind (with white cane) elderly black man gets tired of waiting in line and says, \"I'll pay for her drink, Jesus Christ!\" I asked him for his address so I could send him a check, but he refused.\n\nAs soon as I got back to my office I checked my bank account--plenty of money--and for good measure went over to a Chipotle and made a purchase with my card. Presto, it swiped fine, no decline, nothing. I was incredibly embarrassed that because a cashier typed my card in wrong a stranger had to pay for my beverage.\n\nThis was one of only two incidents in my life where I took the time to call and speak to a manager later. The manager was very apologetic and told me that they'd actually had the same problem before and she suspected the cashier might be demanding cash from customers and then pocketing it.",
"score": 17
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"body": "Airline flight, dinner time.\n\nLet me set this up: Spain to New York, it's a long flight, cramped, and I'm crunched in at around 5'11. The flight attendant comes by and asks what I want before starting to hand me a dish of chicken ( I don't know the point of asking, but whatever). I stop her and ask if there's any other options, at which point she replies \"Chicken or don't eat!\" Then, she was so bothered by me asking she, I am convinced, out of spite, pushed the cart forward and rammed my foot. \n\nEDIT: Before, I had \"flight attendant\" mixed up with \"waitress\"...don't ask\n\nLuckily, at that point, and just my disposition, I just figured it wasn't worth getting mad about. I ate my chicken. ",
"score": 14
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"body": "Mine took place at a KFC, too. \n\nI look young for my age. We're talking like, three or four years younger. \"Good genes,\" people tell me, usually after they've insulted me. It's not as bad now that I'm college-age, but a lot of people still think I'm in high school.\n\nI had a common issue when I would go through a drive-thru at a restaurant. The cashier would usually look at me funny, and sometimes she'd (it was always a woman; men didn't seem to care) make a comment about how young I look. Then she'd say something about how it's a blessing and I'll be glad when I'm older. That means jack shit when you're young.\n\nSo I got pretty used to that quickly. But the worst scenario by far happened when I was at a KFC. I was getting my food when the lady working the window noticed my apparent age. She exasperatedly asked where my parents were and if I had stolen the car. She was dead serious. I told her I was 16 and she went nuts with disbelief. She then proceeded to alert all the other employees nearby to come look at how young I looked, laughing all the while. Certainly the most humiliating thing I've ever experienced.",
"score": 14
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"body": "My family was at a Chinese restaurant getting dim sum. So I don't forget anything I'm going to enumerate the list.\n\n1. His Iphone went off while he was taking our orders and he took it out and started texting back. \n\n2. My sister asked the difference between the Singapore style noodles and the Taiwanese style (honestly I forget which counties, could of been Thai noodles, I forget) His response \"Oh well you see one is in the Taiwanese style and the other is in the Singapore style.\" He said this with a deadpan face as if this somehow explained anything. \n\n3. 3 plates never came out. At the end of the meal I finally asked him about it. 2 he simply forgot about. The other egg dessert the kitchen was out of. No he wan't going to tell us about it and yes it was still on the bill. \n\n4. Huzzah for pork fried rice instead of veggie fried rice for my mom.\n\n5. My dad's Combo was charged separately as an entrée and soup. Only a two dollar difference. There were just so many little things that showed he just didn't give a fuck. \n\nedit: formatting ",
"score": 13
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"body": "I had a waitress at a Denny's modify my tip on her slip. I was covering the bill for a group of about 8 of us (celebration!) and so the tip came out to something like 1X.XX dollars. She decided to add a line to it and make it 7X.XX dollars, then appropriately modify the total below it by scratching out and rewriting it.\n\nNow I have a small pile of cash in my apartment specifically for when I go to restaurants just so I can avoid using my card there.",
"score": 13
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"body": "This sort of reverses the roles, but I think it fits the subject fairly well...\n\nLast year during the holiday season, things got pretty hectic at my job... I was a cashier at Linens-N-Things about a week before our store in the chain was shut down for good, so life was bound to be stressful for everyone, managers, customers, lowly cashiers, everyone. So before the store was closed, our liquidators had given us a set of new rules, among which was the fact that we were no longer allowed to put any items on hold for anyone, no exceptions, and that we could not, under any circumstance, take any more gift cards.\nWell, needless to say, the customers were unaware of this rule.\n\nOne day, a couple came up to my register with this very large mixer which, I assumed, they wanted to purchase. It happened to be the last mixer in the store. They put it up on the counter and I started to ring up the purchase. When I was done and they were ready to pay, the woman handed me a gift card, which I promptly handed back and explained to the couple that we weren't allowed to take them anymore. Both of them immediately got furious and started yelling at me. I called over the manager (one of those big scary men who is very lighthearted and caring if you get to know them) and he explained the situation to the couple, who asked if we could hold on to the mixer for them for 15 minutes so they could go get cash instead. My manager told them that we weren't allowed to do that either, but told them that he would put it aside for the time being.\n\nSo I waited. 5 minutes...10...15...30...1 hour... I began to think they weren't coming back. So when a different couple came by and asked if they could \"please buy that mixer you have behind you?\" I checked with my manager because I didn't want the first couple to get mad at me for selling it, they yelled at me earlier and I'm not all that strong in the face of anger. He told me to sell it, and I did.\n\n\nWELL... literally seconds after I had printed the receipt, I turned to look out the window and saw the first couple, who were finally returning for their mixer, walking through the parking lot to the store. I freaked out. Telling my manager I was taking a 15 minute break, I logged off of my register and made a run for the staff break room before the couple could see me and yell at me again. I hid there for about ten minutes until another employee, my mom, incidentally, came by and asked why I was back there. I told her the story about the angry couple, described what they looked like, and asked if she could go out and see if they were gone yet. She left and returned seconds later in a panic saying \"They're by the registers asking about you.\" I sighed and spent the last minutes of my break hoping thet they'd leave soon. They didn't. My mom came back and, since I had to get back to work or risk getting yelled at by both the couple AND my manager, she offered to help me hide in the bedding section in the store as long as I helped her keep things organized back there. I gladly took her offer.\nUnfortunately, the couple decided they wanted to walk around the store in search of me. They even asked my mom if she had seen me anywhere, she lied and said that she hadn't, though I was mere feet away crouched behind a large display bed to stay hidden. This went on for about two hours. No joke, the couple would not leave because they were so intent on finding me and demanding what happened to their mixer.\n\nUnfortunately, I was forced to come out of hiding as I was called back up to the registers. I was not allowed to refuse this call. So, I walked up to the front of the store VERY cautiously. I did NOT want the couple to see me. Alas, I was caught. They had heard my name over the loudspeaker (they knew it because I was wearing a name tag, of course) and came storming up to my register and immediately began questioning me as to where I was and what I had done with their mixer. The language they used was all just under the line of verbal abuse. I began to cry. I felt horrible explaining to them that I had no choice but to sell the mixer. They began to yell at me again, calling me rude and useless and various other insults that can be directed at a cashier.\n\nSuddenly, my manager appears and looms over us like a big scary angry cloud. I thought he was going to yell at me too, but instead, the first words that boom out of his mouth are \"Don't you EVER talk to my employees like that, DO YOU HEAR ME?\" he went on to re-explain that the store was closing and that they lost their chance at buying a mixer at our store and that they should get out of his sight NOW.\n\n\nLinens-N-Things is closed now and, although some people may not have liked it, it was the best job I ever had because of the people I worked with.\n\n(EDIT---sorry about the length...)",
"score": 12
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"body": "I was at a Jewel getting some food when I go up to the register to pay. The cashier asks me if I have a Jewel Osco Preferred card, which basically entitles you to their sale prices. I say I do, but I left it at home, which is true. (The store has a policy of just scanning a card for you if you say you don't have it on you, all the employees carry one) My mom shops there all the time and I, as a 19 year old kid home from college, didn't think to take it to save 20 cents on cheezits. The lady gives me the most disgusted look I've ever seen, and says sure you did. She then proceeds to make a huge show of scanning her card, and when I was leaving she shouted at me \"Hope it was worth it\".",
"score": 12
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"body": "years ago, a buddy and i ordered pizza from a giordanos in downtown chicago. it took about 50 minutes for them to make, which is a long time but not uncommon for giodanos. when we walked in, the manager was berating the cashier for some mistake she had made. he finally went back into the kitchen and we got our pizza. it was uncomfortable, i was starving and i just wanted to get our pizza and get out of there. my buddy felt that we should get free drinks for waiting almost an hour to get our pizza. he insisted on talking to the manager after the cashier said there was nothing she could do, thats just how long it takes.\n\nso this manager came walking over. he also refused to give us a discount, telling us haughtily that this was not Dominoes pizza, and it took longer to make. ok, this is still understandable. my friend said we would not be coming back, and the manager snapped back \"Fine! Have a good evening.\" my friend angrily replied that he hoped the manager wouldn't (have a good evening), and we took our pizza and went out the door. i know, lame comeback, we've all had them\n\nbut then, as the door is closing, this manager comes running out and yells 'FUCK YOU'. my buddy stops and turns around 'excuse me?' 'THATS RIGHT, FUCK YOU UP THE ASS' dean yells back as he walked up to my friend and got in his face, staring him down hard. then the manager tries to rip the pizza out of his hands. at this point, two full grown men are struggling over a pizza as the manager rains down curse words on my friend, who wasn't saying anything at this point. it was so surreal. as it dawned on my friend that a crumpled mashed pizza is not worth getting into a brawl over, he let go. the manager threw it back into the kitchen. then he went over to the credit card machine and refunded our purchase while saying 'there, now you can wait 45 minutes somewhere else! fuck you very much and have a good evening!' at this point, we just walked away in a state of wtf shock. as we walked away i said to my friend 'what an ASSHOLE' (the only cursing either of us did), as dean kept screaming after us 'FUCK YOU RIGHT UP THE ASS, THATS RIGHT' and so forth.\n\nwe walked to a nearby chipotle, which gave us both free burritos after hearing our story. they have gotten their money back many times over on that savvy move, as i've been addicted and loyal ever since. determined to get some consumer justice, i called the giordanos and got the manager's name ([dean kyriaz](http://www.jigsaw.com/scid3023837/dean_kyriaz.xhtml)). then i called a couple other giordanos and asked who i could report this behavior to. one guy told me this has happened several times before with both customers and staff, but dean was untouchable because he was related to one of the higher ups. he said he was quitting and this was his last week, because he couldn't stand working for a company that allowed this kind of abusive behavior to continue. he gave me a couple names of people in corporate i should complain to, and their direct lines. my buddy and i left them several voicemails and a few emails, as well as to girodanos corporate and complaint lines. no response whatsoever. \n\nso i reported them to the better business bureau and wrote up some bad reviews of them online. i wasn't sure what else to do. absolutely the worst service experience of my life.",
"score": 11
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"body": "Okay, at around 7:30 on a Saturday night on my way to a bar, I stop at a franchise convenience store and grab a single-package hunk of cheese as a snack and get in line to pay. \n\nI watch the two white trash women at the register ahead of me spend what seems like hours trying to figure out if they have enough money to get what they have, and when they figure out they don't, try to determine what to put back. \n\nI wait silently with my $0.89 snack, saying nothing as the minutes tick by and I watch people use the other line, which goes through four customers and remains three people deep. Finally they finish and I step up to the cashier who let those women fart around so long, even offering them suggestions and help as they did, and she looks me in the eye and tells me she's going on break and closes the register.\n\nSo I have two choices, get at the end of the other line, or:\n\nI tossed the snack on the counter in disgust, turned and walked straight out. She actually came out of the store 30 seconds behind me and yelled 'Sorry about your cheese!' \n\nI don't think she understood how rude it was for her to let me sit there in line stuck behind those idiots without then letting me make my purchase or even warning me that I wouldn't get to.\n\nI have not, nor will I ever go to that store again.",
"score": 10
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"body": "This literally just happened to my SO and me like a half an hour ago...\n\nWe went to the post office on our lunch break to mail a letter certified with a return receipt. (Long story.) The guy at the counter said \"Next time you need to have that put together already when you get up here.\" \n\nWe have mailed several that way in the recent past, same post office (all part of the same long story) and they have always been the ones who applied the labels. \n\nMy SO said \"Oh, I wasn't sure. There are no directions.\"\n \nThe guy replied \"It just makes sense, Sir\" and then proceeded to ostentatiously peel off the paper on the sticky part of the label, explaining that \"First you peel this off, Sir...\" and just generally showing how stupid he hoped we were feeling. \n\nMy SO countered with \"I understand how to apply it, I just didn't know where it was supposed to go.\" I feel I must specify at this point that at no time were my SO or I anything but polite.\n\nThe guy repeated the same \"It just makes sense, Sir. It doesn't make sense the other way. It goes on the back. It can't go on the front. That doesn't make sense, Sir. That's where the address is. You'd be covering it. It just makes sense this way. It doesn't make sense the other way, Sir.\" By this time my SO and I were looking at each other in disbelief, wondering if this guy was really serious. The \"Sir\" was beginning to grate on my nerves. As though he felt that as long as he said \"Sir\" periodically, it was okay to be patronizing and rude.\n\nI said \"But the address is written on the label. It's the same as the address on the envelope.\" And my SO echoed what I said more or less.\nThe guy then said \"Sir, now you're just acting childish.\"\n \nI'm pretty sure I gasped, and asked \"Are you serious?\" But just like the entire conversation, the guy had fixated on my SO and it was as though I wasn't there. My SO asked to speak to a supervisor and the guy said \"Sure.\" It was my envelope, and I was paying for it, and he changed to this syrupy voice while completing my transaction once he realized that I was paying, but he kept saying \"Sir\" after each part of the transaction, glancing at my SO. When the transaction was complete he just stood there looking at me. I politely reminded him that we wanted to speak to his supervisor. For the first time he appeared to hear me. But then he said to my SO, and without looking at me \"We don't have a supervisor here, Sir.\" \n\nWe stood off to the side and my SO called the main number to file a complaint, which I'm pretty sure will do no good at all. The guy kept glancing at us while we were there, speaking in a syrupy sweet voice to the next customers.\n\nIt was so ridiculous. Not to mention a bit surreal. \n",
"score": 9
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"body": "Back in October 2009, I was re-entering Canada and told the immigration officer that I needed to renew my Temporary Resident Visa. I have done this before, and it takes about 30 minutes, and it's better than waiting months for the paperwork to go through. Anyway, I get inside, hand over my passport, and wait. After about 20 minutes, the agent inside calls me over. She has attitude written all over her face. She asks me why I'm renewing my visa when I have time left, to which I (logically) respond, \"Well, it's expiring in a week, and I didn't want to send in the paperwork and have it be late.\" She then asks me if I've sent in my Permanent Residence Application yet (you get the Temporary visa when you're applying), and I explained that we'd had some problems getting all the paperwork done on time, etc. I was not rude at all, and I expected these questions. She then told me that she was refusing to renew my visa because it was not yet expired, and then gave me a lecture on how Canada doesn't need more \"useless immigrants\" who come sit in their country and do nothing. I said a courteous thank you, stunned from the tongue-lashing, and left.\n\nI still think, to this day, that she really just didn't want to do any paperwork that night. It was appalling to me the way that she spoke to me, and I'll never forget it.",
"score": 8
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"body": "A woman at a coffee shop wouldn't give me my credit card back because my signature wasn't legible. I tried to explain that a signature doesn't have to be legible. It just has to look like the one on the card. She would have none of it. \n\nI didn't have time to fight it, I wrote my name legibly and got my card back and that was the end of it. She won round one. ",
"score": 7
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"body": "I was at a South Indian restaurant in San Francisco, Udupi Palace on Valencia. I liked their Berkeley location and was happy to have one closer to me. The third time I went was with a party of 6, we ordered and the food came out promptly and everything was good. Toward the end of the meal two of us had finished and the others were just about done when a waiter came over to take away the empty plates. He knocked over a water glass and ran off embarrassed. He never came back, not to apologize or to clean it up. We thought he went to get a towel, but no. It wasn't a huge deal because it was just water and it luckily only ran onto the section of the table occupied by the two people who were finished. We ended up flagging down another server to get it taken care of, and he was apologetic and prompt. \n\nWe would have left with no ill will, just some confusion, but then the bill came. All of the entrees on the bill were 15%-20% more expensive than on the menu. I got up, went to the door and picked one up to be sure. We flagged down the manager and he cheerfully explained that they'd changed their prices, but the new menus hadn't come back from the printer yet. He didn't see a problem with that, but he adjusted our bill. I wonder how many people were screwed over that weekend and either didn't know it or didn't speak up. Thinking back, I should have reported him to someone. I haven't been back to that location.",
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"body": "When I was in highschool I ate with some friends in San Antonio at a hotel breakfast restaurant. The waiter ignored us for a good 45 minutes before coming over getting our drink orders. There was only one other group of people in the restaurant, so it wasn't like he was busy. We would have left, but it was a school trip and we couldn't leave the hotel. Over the course of the meal everything was brought to us late, he talked down to us the entire time, and even told as at the end that we weren't going to leave a tip from the beginning so he didn't bother with good service. \r\n\r\nWe left him a 62 cent tip and informed his boss of his behavior.",
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"body": "Not on my list, but I'm sure it's on someone else's:\n\nWorked in tech support for a mobile phone company. Before I go on too far, we were the second last line of support, after us there was level 3, which was made up of engineers; so by the time someone got to us, odds are they'd been bounced around a number of times trying to find out the correct queue and were annoyed. A large part of our job was to calm down a customer while still sticking to the stupid, stupid script.\n\nSomeone gets put into our queue, and won't talk to the support guy, insists on speaking to a manager. No if, ands or buts.\n\nThe next available manager picks up. He happened to be - technically speaking - one of the best we had on staff; problem was he was originally a transplant from Persia. His accent was noticeable, but subtle, not so bad that he wasn't understandable (W's often became V's.) He speaks calmly to the user for a couple of minutes, but after a while it's obvious that he's not getting anywhere, and is getting more and more frustrated. \n\nAs our Floor Manager (highest ranking manager before executives; and completely non-technical) walks by, the tech takes off his headset, holds it out and says \"Mark, he Vants to speak to a Vhite guy!\"\n\nMark picks up the phone, and speaks to the customer for a minute or so, and calms him down; then offers to give the customer back to the tech. Customer refuses, Mark presses. Customer refuses again, Mark states he won't transfer a call because the customer wants to speak to \"an American\" (the customer never stated he had a problem understanding him.\" Mark thanks the customer, states that he cannot do that, wishes him a good day, and hangs up.\n\nTL;DR, Customer wanted to speak to \"an American\", got a very polite FOAD.",
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"body": "I just recently resolved a three month long dispute with T-Mobile that very nearly resulted in a lawsuit. I could fill several pages with an explanation, but I'll try to keep this brief.\n\nBasically, the sales reps promised me that after my wife and I renewed our contracts to upgrade our phones, we'd be able to combine the lines into a single family plan. Once we had renewed our contracts T-Mobile insisted that because our lines were different payment types there was no way they could be merged. After it seemed I had exhausted my options, I filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.\n\nAs a response to my complaint, I got a call from an incredibly rude T-Mobile Executive Customer Service representative. He insisted that they couldn't modify my line because I wasn't the authorized user on my account. He refused to listen as I tried to explain that my step-mother had already called and authorized a change of responsibility to my line. He repeatedly asserted the same thing, interrupting me every time I tried to speak. I told him that he needed to stop talking and let me explain. At this point he started yelling at me, telling me that I needed to listen to *him*, even though he was just repeating himself. After a long while (and some yelling on both sides) I convinced him that the approval was already taken care of.\n\nBy the time we actually started discussing my complaint, both of us were yelling into the phone. Once I explained my issue, he insisted that T-Mobile had no obligation to combine my line with my wife's unless I had the promise in writing. I asked him if he thought sales representatives were legally able to make whatever promises they wanted, and that T-Mobile had no obligation so long as it wasn't put into writing. I told him that I planned to file in small claims court claiming detrimental reliance, so he offered me the address I would need to serve.\n\nHe made absolutely no effort to understand or resolve my issue. In his letter to the Better Business Bureau, he focused on the change of responsibility issue even though I had already shown him that was taken care of. He sent the exact same letter to the BBB three times in an attempt to get the issue resolved in T-Mobile's favor (they saw through it after I pointed out that the letter had been exactly the same each time).\n\nI did eventually resolve my issue by getting a recorded admission from the sales rep who had made the promise, and calling customer loyalty with my complaint.\n\ntl;dr: I filed a better business bureau complaint against a company, and one of their sales reps called and yelled at me without even hearing my complaint.",
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"body": "I was at an \"El Pollo Loco\" waiting for my order to come up. I thought I heard the guy say my number, but some dirty smelly dude in ripped sweat pants grabs the bag and leaves. He goes to his car, which is one of those old beat up ones filled with trash that you see around, opens and fiddles inside the bag and gets into his car.\n\nA few moments later he comes back into the store and hands over the bag saying it wasn't his. The worker looks inside and says \"oh, it's yours\" pointing at me, and tries to give me the food that who knows what this dirty guy did with. It literally took me a few minutes to get the guy to give me fresh food. I emailed corporate and got like 10 bucks store credit, but still those stresses are unnecessary.",
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"body": "In high school I worked evenings in a bible book store. We embossed names on bible covers for $5 or something. Only the owners and managers were allowed to touch the embossing machine. **No exceptions**.\n\nOne night I was there alone and about 10 minutes before closing a man came in looking really relieved that we were still open. He had brought a bible that needed a name embossed on it. I told him that I couldn't do it. He goes balistic. Turns out that the bible was a present for his daughter and he HAD to have this by tonight, that he had called the store to make sure we could do it that night, the ownsers told him that we could and that he had driven something like 45 minutes to get there. \n\nI have no idea why the owners left when they knew this man was coming in. I think if I had been him I would have trashed the store. ",
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"body": "After missing a connecting flight from Baltimore to New York and it being too late for the train; I had been travelling from Hawaii to Ireland stopping in Vegas and Michigan to visit friends on the way. Needless to say, I was shattered. I decided the best plan would be to get a hotel room and get a few hours sleep before the morning. \n \nI had no luggage as it was all on the flight to Dublin. The hotel stay was grand, no troubles. 6am came around and I had to take the shuttle provided by the hotel to the airport. Only a couple soldiers returning home and me on board. \n \nWhen we arrive at my terminal, I get out, say thanks and before I reach for my wallet to tip the guy a couple dollars he is out of the van and in aggressively my face wanting to know \"Are you going to tip the hand?!\" I told him I was going to but no longer am because of his attitude and assumption. He started muttering obscenities at me and then gets back in the van, flips me off and screeches the tires making a quick get away. I've probably never been so enraged by someone.\n \nEdit: Spelling",
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"body": "I was between jobs a few years ago and my savings started to run out. I decided to collect some unemployment and search for a new job. Where I live you have to report how many hours each week you work and your unemployment check is based on that. Well I only collected 1 check before I found a new job.\n\nA week later I get a demanding letter in boldface, all caps from the government stating that I have not reported my hours and they are withholding my check.\n\nI call the 800 number and tell the lady that I received this letter and she goes into full-on robot mode just spouting off the prepared response to someone calling with the same issue, \"Each week you must report your hours...blah blah blah.\" \n\nIt was a very long response and I didn't want to interrupt, so I waited until she finished. I was about to say, \"but I don't have to because I don't want to receive any more unemployment checks.\" She cut me off after \"I don't have to,\" and practically yelled at me for two minutes on why I have to. \n\nI tried again once she was done, \"I understand, but I...\" She fucking cuts me off again and I could tell veins were popping out of her forehead as she screamed at me through the phone. When she finished I said, as fast and loud as I could, \"I have a job. I don't want any more fucking checks.\" \n\n\"Oh...uh...tear up letter then.\"\n",
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"body": "I was talking to the fifth or sixth Bell tech trying to get my DSL line fixed. Now, I work for a reseller of Bell's DSL, so I know my way around DSL lingo. I kept resubmitting the ticket because each tech would leave without solving the problem.\n\nSo this tech comes to the house and I have him call me. I explain what the problem is and what needs to be done to fix it; Specifcally, the line from the main tap to my house's demarc had to be replaced. He replied \"I'll do what I want!\" and gave the phone back to my husband. I demanded to speak to the second tech and I had him give me the first tech's employee number and explained why I was going to lodge a complaint.\n\nAbout ten minutes later the first tech called back, appologizing profusely. Apparently he thought I was another Bell employee. Not sure why that excuses his rudeness, but there ya go. Oh, and he finally fixed my line. :)",
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"body": "I was told by my mobile phone provider (on the customer service line) that it was my own fault I got poor service in my home; I should have consulted the coverage map prior to purchasing real estate.\r\n",
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"body": "Well, it was my birthday(which is today, coincidentally, but this one happened some 15 years ago... holy shit ;_;) and my grandma took me out to eat for dinner. the restaurant had what they called \"flaming cheese\" except it was in Chinese, for whatever reason. this is a Greek restaurant, mind you. So, yeah I order it. NOTHING BAD CAN HAPPEN, right? Yeah... So, she brings it out, sets it on a tray next to the table and puts a shot of brandy or something on this already burning hot deep fried cheese, then lights it. All is well in flaming cheeseland, the lemon wedge fire department is standing by, the cheese is flaming more than Elton john. Life is great. Then she picks the flaming plate up and attempts to put it down in front of me. Naturally I move back. \r\n\r\nThis would prove to be my downfall. See, she stumbled a bit and the liquid sloshed over the edge of the plate. FLAMING liquid. It flows towards me, and since I moved back some, so it didn't burn my face, that left my junk wide open. My crotch gets splattered with this alcohol and oil mixture which is ON FIRE. Oh, it get better. I'm trying to beat it off(lol) and the liquid seeps though my pants and drips on my dock.. and my balls. I stand up and start hitting myself in the cock trying to put it out, and the waitress joins in, too. So, yeah, not only did she pour fire on my man bits, she is now hitting them.\r\n\r\nThe sad end to this story is that I've not since had a woman that close to my junk again. :(\r\n\r\nEdit: Pants were ruined.\r\nEdit2: the ending's not really so sad, I'm really mostly in to guys, so... But I was traumatized for life.",
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"body": "So I went to an auto race once. I felt kinda bad about spending the money because I didn't have much to spend. So towards the end I'm looking around the concession booths and decide to splurge for a t-shirt and some other trinket. So the girl comes up to get my items, really rude and rushed, takes my twenty dollar bill, comes back, counts out my change 5-10-20-40-60-100. . . . I said 'Thank You' and walked away. Paid for my weekend (^_^)",
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"body": "No, I have been pretty fortunate to not have something like this happen. But then again, I am polite to people...",
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"body": "Have any of you had to deal with fucking hipster waitresses.....holy shit they are the worst. \n\nMe: excuse me, could I have a refill on this coke?\n\nHipster waitress: No......tehehehehehehe OH COURSE! \n\nAHHHHHHH I hate you sooooo much. ",
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"body": "maybe not the rudest, depending on what you consider rude, but [the worst service I've ever experienced](http://www.orlandofastfoodcritic.com/2009/11/07/buca-di-beppo-florida-mall/)",
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"body": "I was eating lunch at a restaurant near my house with my best friend and his fiance. Our waitress I had seen before, but not really spoken to other than to place an order once or twice. \n\nAs we were in the middle of conversation, this meth-head waitress walks up, sets down my drink and informs me that I am going to \"die alone\". Normally if some stranger says something like that to me I will correct them. However, my buddy's fiance is with us and for the sake of not embarrassing her (yes, all of his friends walk on eggshells around her, who is now his wife) I just look at my friend and then to his fiance and back again. After about 30 seconds of stunned silence from them I laugh and we go about eating our meals. \n\nThat filthy, methed-out cunt still works there 3 years later. \n\n\n\n",
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"body": "A supplier in Italy charged my personal credit card for a $3,500 order without permission. You would assume, after the order was done they'd ask which card to charge? My bank put it through, putting me over the credit limit.\n\nI called and asked the bank why they permitted a charge from another country to go through for thousands of dollars over my limit, and was told they do this 'as a courtesy'. Meanwhile, they raised my interest rate to 30% for six months as a courtesy, also. \n\nAfter talking to a couple of people who refused to change anything about this, I told the agent that I was transferring all my money to another card then. She actually laughed and me and said something like 'yeah, you do that'. So... I transferred it all to another card. I really should close that account, unfortunately it's with my bank where I've had an account for over 10 years.\n\n",
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"body": "Went to McDonalds recently, my meal cost about $6 and I paid with a $50 note, the lady gave me $40 back in notes, then I was waiting for her to find my last $4 in coins but she forgot about them. When I said to her 'sorry I didn't get the coins' she didn't even hesitate to look at me and say 'Yes you did I gave them to you'. She didn't even stop to consider the option she was wrong. Unfortunately I had a wallet full of coins so was unable to prove this even though I was 100% correct.\n\nAnyway I moved to the side, was served my meal (takeaway) and walked out, she'd given me someone elses meal with way more stuff in the bag. Unfortunately it was a fillet-o-fish and mcnuggets which I'm not really a fan of but I fed it to the birds and was happy for karma to do its thing.",
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"body": "i moved to israel about 6 months ago for medical school and learned very quickly that the entire concept of customer service does not exist here. every single day i am dumbstruck by how rude people are, especially proprietors of stores. you have to argue to get anything accomplished, otherwise they'll walk all over you. a few examples:\n\n1. while talking to a bank teller trying to set up my account, her cell phone rings, she answers, and proceeds to have a 5 minute (personal) conversation while i stare at her. this happens regularly, especially at banks and grocery stores. \n2. no bus driver will ever give you directions. period. \n3. i was in a taxi on my way home one night and he had a garmin giving directions to my apartment. i know my way around pretty well, and on top of that, his garmin clearly said \"in 100 meters, turn left,\" so naturally, he turns right, taking us over a bridge and back into the heart of tel aviv. i argue with him for the next 15 minutes and pay half of what the meter reads when he finally drops me off. ",
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"body": "I went to Jack and the Box for two things: Sourdough Jack and Stuffed Jalapenos.\n\nAfter sitting in the drive thru line for 20 minutes, my time had come to order and pull ahead to the window. The lady had asked if I could move forward and off to the side to wait for my meal.\n\nNow anyone who knows about the timing at a drive thru, you know that you need to finish a customer's order within a certain amount of time or it appears negatively on a report. Well since I had already waited 20 minutes just to get to the window, I politely said \"No, I'd rather wait here\"\n\nAfter a few moments back and forth telling me how her job is at stake and her kids relied on this money, I said I don't care, the rules are there for a reason. \n\nShe was pissed to say the least.\n\nAfter I sat in my car for 3 minutes, she came up with a bag of food and I was delighted! She asked for my receipt for some reason, and crumpled it up and threw it away! Obviously so I couldn't complain about how horrible the service was with her.\n\nThis is where the asshole in me comes out I'm afraid.\n\nI put my car in park, lock the doors and go walking into the store to talk to her manager about how this is the worst blah blah blah and that I couldn't even make a stink at corporate since I didn't have a receipt.\nAfter that I was reimbursed for my 'meal' (two items) and had her manager dig the receipt out of the trash so I could write a letter to their HQ.\n\n**TL/DR:** Jack in the Box threw away my receipt after 35 minutes in the drive thru so I couldn't complain",
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"body": "I called Comcast because our internet was down (no surprise there). I couldn't immediately get through with a human being because \"there was a reported outage in my area, so lines were busy\". The automated system offered to reset my connection if I pressed one; I did, but it didn't help.\n\nI called back, hoping to talk to a representative. After 25 minutes on the line, I finally got through. I talk with a guy who gives me the entire \"is it plugged in, is the power on, etc. etc.\" speech. I tell him that from my end everything seemed fine, and asked if there was a reported outage. He said that there wasn't (so the recorded message was a lie), and then offered to reset my connection. I told him that I had already done that, and it didn't solve the problem.\n\nHe then restarted the ENTIRE questioning process, asking if everything was plugged in. I told him that I had a pretty good grasp on the technology, and I was confident that everything on my end was set up properly. His quote really set me off: \"Listen sir, you are not a professional, so you have no idea what the right thing to do is. You probably did something wrong. We have trained technicians and you are not one of them.\"\n\nI was shocked at his tone and his attitude, considering that I had been polite and patient. I told him that I am going to school to study computer science, so I wasn't a know-nothing. I asked to speak with a supervisor when he chimed in \"what's the last 4 on the social security number of the primary account holder?\". I told him that my dad was on a flight, and I didn't know his social security number. He then said he couldn't help me anymore because I couldn't verify the account.\n\nHe then refused to let me continue. I think he knew that I didn't sound like a 50-year-old, so he could just dump me off without having me complain to a supervisor. \n\nI was very upset.",
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"body": "It wasn't a server, actually, but...still mortifying. I walked into a mall store that is aligned with a famous amusement park represented by a mouse...this overly giddy employee was flitting around the store (trailing bubbles and joy wherever she went, I am certain) she sees me and proclaims loudly...\"Why!!! Aren't you the perfect candidate!!!\" I turned and looked, thinking I had actually won something. After getting a lot of people's attention, she blurted out while gesturing to me \"We have EXTRA LARGE shorts on sale for 5.99!!!\" Truly thought I was going to die. ",
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"body": "My worst experience was with some lady at Bank of America. While I had become accustomed to their shitty to non existent customer service, one encounter really ground my gears. It all started when a BoA ATM shorted me $20 on a withdrawal. No big deal, I called up customer service and inexplicably, I was able to resolve the issue without too much hassle, unlike other encounters. $20 was credited to my account, and i went about my day. Two weeks later, I received a letter stating that they had \"investigated\" the issue and had decided that the ATM had not actually shorted me. So they withdrew the $20 credit, overdrafting my account. Plus an overdraft fee, because BoA's overdraft protection doesn't actually protect you from anything. At this point I said fuck it, I've had it with these assholes, and went to go close out my BoA accounts. The lady that was doing the paperwork (the manager i think?) asked me why I had decided to close my account so I explained to her what had happened. Now, here's the kicker: she responded with \"Well, you should have been more responsible with your money. Then you wouldn't have overdrafted.\"\n\nFucking cunt... BoA still makes my blood boil\n\nEDIT: Forgot to mention that the lady who was supposed to be closing my account didn't actually close the account, causing low balance fees to accumulate for a year or so before I got a letter about an inactive account. That eventually got straightened out, after 2 more unsuccessful attempts.",
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"body": "I was home from school over break and I was going to see my best friend for the first time in six months. We have a tradition where once a year we get together and share a couple of cigars by the lake. Yes, I know it's unhealthy, and yes, I know they're gross. However, this is a bonding experience with a guy I grew up with, and I enjoy it once in a long while. I don't otherwise smoke. Anyway, I place the two cigars down on the counter at the grocery store, and the girl at the counter said \"You know these are terrible for you, right?\" to which I replied \"Everything in moderation, right?\". She scowled, rang my purchase up, and as I was leaving, she said \"Happy Cancer!\" as I walked out the door.",
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"body": "Went to a TGI Friday's to have dinner solo while on a work trip. Sat down at the last seat at the bar, with a few other folks sitting there. Ordered a Coke, for which I had my ID checked by the kid behind the bar. Apparently, the seat I'm sitting in was also the to-go food orders area, so a lady walks up and asks about her to-go order, which the kid behind the bar proceeds to grab from behind the bar and set down in front of me- as if it's being served to me.\n\nI'm trying my best to sit back and let this just happen, so the lady asks 'is this my order? can you double-check it for me, since there's no receipt on it?' The kid replies 'I'm sure it's your order.' Lady: 'Well, I want you to check for me.' Kid: 'Why don't you check it?' Lady: 'I don't want to be breathing on someone else's food.' Kid: 'I'm really sure it's yours.' (there are two other to-go bags behind the bar, none have tickets/receipts on them.) \n\nKeep in mind, this is happening _right_ in front of me. I could have reached into the bag and checked it for her MYSELF if I'd been so inclined. After another minute or so of him arguing with her about checking the food, she asks for the manager, and as he's turning away to go get the manager, I say 'I'm going to find somewhere else to eat my dinner,' stand up, and start walking out in disgust.\n\nKid calls after me: 'Sir, SIR?!' I turn around. 'What about the Coke?' asking for payment. My reply? 'Put it on the FUCKING house, you moron. I'm out of here.'\n\nTLDR: Bad CS experience at TGI Fridays, dined and dashed on a soft drink.",
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"body": "Not bring me my food for two hours after I ordered. Got a free meal out of it though. pretty sure it was accidental but I was livid with hunger.",
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"body": "I'm English living in Canada and I have an English debit card. It's a visa, so most people assume it's a credit card, but it has debit written on the front.\n\nI was buying groceries, so I had quite a lot of items on the conveyor, when it came to pay I gave the cashier my card.\n\nThey told me they couldn't take credit cards.\n\nI said it was a debit and I've used it at the store before.\n\nShe looked at me like I was stupid and just said they couldn't take credit cards, again but louder.\n\nSo I just walked off and left her to deal with a conveyor covered in grocers.\nI felt pretty smug.\n\nIf she had said sorry or at least tried the card I would have been fine, but ah well.",
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"body": "Went out to dinner with a small group of my female friends. The restaurant was fairly quiet and one I'd been to before (I like their nachos). \n\nOur service sucked. The waitress took fourty min to order our drinks. Another 20 to bring them.. much less for us to order and get our food got snippy when we asked what the special was (some of it was cold and she brought the wrong food out for others). Mean while the other two tables (with guys) were getting amazing service. Prompt drinks, offers of refills, order taken quickly etc. \n\nThe bathroom is by the little side bar and while she was there mixing drinks she was bitching to another waitress about having us in her section because \"women never tip\". \n\nNow I tip fairly well typically (I consider 15% to be the minimum and increase for good service depending on my finances. I once tipped 200% on a meal when I heard our waitress crying on her break because her grandmother's hospital bills had gone up even more. If she managed to be a great waitress under that stress she earned the money). More importantly (it seems) I treat servers like they are decent human beings so most of my regular haunts I get great service. \n\nThe other person at the bar essentially called her a fucking idiot and explained that I was one of the nicest people she'd ever served and one of the best tippers she'd had. \n\nShitty waitress tried to make it up after that but it was too little to late. One of the few times I didn't leave a tip. \n\nAfter that I started asking not to be seated in \"X's\" section if she was working.",
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I'm going to try to see how long I can go without sleeping. | I got up at 10am today, and i'm going to see how long I can stay awake. I think the longest I've ever done was staying awake all night to watch a sunrise, and making it through to about noon of the next day. Has anyone else tried to see how long they can stay awake? How did it go? | 6 | [
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"body": "36 hrs. You start to lose it towards the end, everything is funny, and you just feel disconnected. I wouldn't recommend it.",
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"body": "I tried to do this when I was much younger... maybe 15 or 16. I made it two complete days, but I started to get very disconnected from reality beyond that. I was just off.",
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"body": "I think I stayed awake about 40 hours once. I was a complete wreck by the time I fell asleep. I've done many 24+ hour stretches. ",
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"body": "If you drink a lot of coffee, you can push 72 hrs, well I can anyway. Not reccomended, you hallucinate, and they aren't pleasant but paranoid delusion-type visions.",
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Ever come across a peer that didn't recognize something you took as common knowledge? | Hey Reddit! I'm interested in seeing if things like this have happened to you. It's generally humorous or staggering to me. I'll start:
3 weeks ago my coworker and I were calling into a deli to order breakfast stuff. He asks me what I'd like and I tell him: Blueberry bagel. He responds with "Uh, do they even have those?". I took it as maybe he felt it was too late in the daty to find anything but the commonly stocked plain bagel. So I say "well yeah, why wouldn't they?" and he replies with "I've never heard of a blueberry bagel before." REALLY? We then have a discussion on how he's never heard of a blueberry bagel and didn't think anyone made them. He said it "sounded good" but doubted that they existed.
Another coworker of mine was talking about an expense she was going through and she's like "200 dollars to remove a hornet's nest? That's kind of a lot of money to do that, I'd do it for less." and I reply "Well, they can be considered to be pretty dangerous, especially if you aggravate the lot of them" to which she replies "They're just birds." I was pretty awestruck. She thought a hornet was a type of bird.
Anyway, my life is pretty tame, I'm sure that some of you out there have some really good moments. Let's hear them. | 10 | [
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"body": "I once told this knock knock joke:\n\n> Knock Knock\n\n> Who's there?\n\n> KGB\n\n> KGB wh/ *slap*\n\n> I'll be asking all the questions.\n\n\n\n\nWell the dude's girlfriend didn't get the joke and asked who/what the KGB were. Having to explain dumb jokes can be awkward.\n",
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"body": "I didn't witness this directly, but my brother's roommate -- who is an otherwise bright guy, and must have been suffering from a bout of temporary, acute stupidity -- once asked my brother:\n\n**Roommate**: \"So is the moon a planet or a star?\"\n\n**My Brother**: \"Let me get this straight. You want to know if the moon is a *planet* or a *star*?\"\n\n**Roommate**: *thinks for a minute* \"Yeah. I mean, I know it's one or the other, but which is is?\"\n\nThe roommate now considers this to be the stupidest thing to have ever come out of his mouth, and he's not even sure what the hell he was thinking when he asked it.",
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"body": "i had a coworker who thought [jackalopes](http://students.washington.edu/johng365/fit100/project1b/rabbit111c.jpg) were real. and another thought the lions were the boys and the tigers were the girls.",
"score": 5
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"body": "My aunt once asked me what mile markers were for. She also insisted we needed to drive East to get to Chicago from DC..",
"score": 4
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"body": "Some friends of mine, who graduated from a very good college with honors, thought that the different races in humans came from how we evolved from different species of apes. I am still looking for the albino blonde hair, blue eyed ape of Sweden. Can't seem to find it though.",
"score": 4
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"body": "One of my friends didn't know about the Tiananmen square massacre, which surprised me since she is very politically active.",
"score": 3
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"body": "Girl I was trying to date: \"Canada wasn't in World War 2. It was only the Americans\"\n\nWe're both Canadian. I didn't try to get in her pants after that. OKAY I lied, I still tried, and failed.\n\n",
"score": 3
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"body": "My sister when asked if she ever traveled out of the country answers \"Yeah. I was just in New Jersey last week.\"",
"score": 3
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"body": "College roommate:\n\n\nHim: Is it cold outside?\n\nMe: [Glances at thermometer] It's about 36 degrees. \n\nHim: ... Is that cold?\n\nMe: [Figuring maybe he is used to metric] It's about 2 degrees Celsius.\n\nHim: ... Is that cold? \n\nMe: [Facepalm]\n\nThis is why you shouldn't room with business majors. ",
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"All we can do, now, is pray." | I was just checking MSNBC to see if Conan had quit, when in the top right corner they are running quotes about the earth quake in Haiti.
"All we can do, now, is pray"
Does anyone else find this bat shit insane? Having brought aid to Sri Lanka in 2004 hours after the tsunami this quote makes me want to strangle people.
So I ask: Why don't we start challenging our friends / family of faith to only pray about things.
Example: I'm a college student, and I'm trying find a job by searching for one.
What if I didn't try, and just prayed about it? I think some people would be understanding of this, and offer to pray with me, for me.
What if you wanted a date with a girl you met at a Christian book store? And the only thing you did was pray as hard as one could practically pray for her to ask you out.
So I challenge you to challenge your friends to only pray about pressing issues in their life. | 11 | [
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"body": "> \"All we can do now, is pray\"\n\nMeanwhile, the guy trapped in rubble a few feet away is screaming, \"Or you can dig me out you stupid twat!\"",
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question for female redditors regarding chafing | so i think i have some pretty bad chafing along the pantyline, between the thigh and vaginal area. has anyone had this and how do you treat it? | 3 | [
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"body": "This is your solution. \n\nhttp://www.bodyglide.com/\n\nThis advice comes from a female, however I am not that female.",
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"body": "Are you sure it's not an infection? You can get a diaper-rash like infection in body folds. Is it itchy? Any stinging? If it's an infection, you need an antifungal to get rid of it.",
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I've got downtime yet again; whats your favorite zone, reddit? | I've personally got a few... I really enjoy Stranglethorn Vale everytime I'm there. I feel like the quests really encourage people running into one another and ups the risk of questing on PVP servers. It forces you to group as much as possible (unless you're a rogue) if you intend to stay alive on a high pop server.
Most people like Zangamarsh in TBC, but I love Nagrand. Back in the day I would fly to one of the floating islands and log out. I think the scenery is still stunning and is probably one of the better designs to date. You can literally see for "miles".
As for Northrend, for some reason I'm partial to Grizzly Hills. I love the music, I love the redwood forest feel it's got... It's basically Appalachia in WoW and by far the nicest area I think you get to encounter in Northrend. | 10 | [
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"body": "Ashenvale. I first started playing when Lord of the Rings had just come out, and the zone reminded me so much of Lothlorien -- magical and eerie.\n\nSince then, my favorite zone has probably been Grizzly Hills. The music and serenity stand out in an otherwise cold Northrend.",
"score": 5
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"body": "Borean Tundra- it has everything I love in this game. Gnomes, Undead Necropolises, giant vikings, giant walruses, giant dragons, penguin covered icebergs. I like to fly up to Naxxanar sometimes and pretend my death knight is still part of the scourge :)",
"score": 5
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"body": "I posted this a while back, [here are the comments.](http://www.reddit.com/r/wow/comments/9zx4k/what_are_your_favourite_zones/)",
"score": 4
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"body": "I would to say, Nagrand / S. Basin / STV. I enjoy the open, jungle esque setting. There's a lot more color and I love the PvP in these zones.\r\n\r\nOnly problem is with my server all the ally left. (Mal'ganis). It's literally 12 to 1. I camp the SW auction house to find ally.",
"score": 4
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"body": "Blackrock mountain. It had some epic pvp in vanilla. We used to show up an hour before raids just to mess with the horde 40mans as they tried to get into MC and BWL.\n\n\nI loved MCing people into lava.",
"score": 3
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"body": "Vanilla: STV, Hillsbrad (for pvp lulz)\n\nTBC: Nagrand (for epic orc feel and more pvp lulz. Ganking elem plateux!)\n\nWrath: Storm Peaks (for \"I'm flying to Ulduar. Wonder what will happen if I look down? *ulp*)\n",
"score": 3
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"body": "I really like Azshara, best looking zone in my opinion, just a real shame there's very little to do there. ",
"score": 3
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I live in Utrecht, the Netherlands. AMA! | I started a thread about this in IAmA and only realized later that this would be a much better place for it, obviously. So here we go again :)
A little more context: I am a 26-year old girl, I live in Utrecht (city of about 300,000 in the middle of the Netherlands). I graduated from Utrecht University 2 years ago and I work at the research department of a large company. I live with my boyfriend in a fourth-floor walkup apartment in one of the not-so-good neighbourhoods in the city. Ask me anything! | 12 | [
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"body": "Why do so many of the greatest trance acts come out of the Netherlands? Does it have anything to do with bicycles?",
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Star Trek Online Open Beta | ST:ToS episode, "Arena", is my first TV memory, so you can pretty much call me a Trekkie for life. I have been waiting for this MMO for quite a while and I can tell you that it was worth the wait.
Glitches and typical beta bugs aside, what are your thoughts so far of STO open beta? | 19 | [
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"body": "Found some time to actually give some input, so here goes ...\n\nWithin the first 30 or so minutes I was a little wary. The ground combat is quite different from what I was used to in WoW. I kind of just fumbled around and shot stuff, but after a while I really got to like the ground combat. It is fairly straight forward, but when you actually start to use your kits, avoidance tactics (like rolling to avoid attacks and running) it actually got pretty fun, and you can take on a whole whackload of enemies if you're smart about it! The ground combat really got in my good graces when I beamed down with a full party for the first time. Commanding them all to focus your target is really neat and their AI is pretty spot on. Your AI party members are not dumb and in the way (as I had feared). The AI performs just as well as other captains do when I've accepted to do a ground mission with other people. Impressive stuff.\n\nThe space combat, however, is the real selling point of this game. You need to really be mindful of ship placement, which is incredibly fun. You have shields surrounding your ship, each from a different emitter. This means that all four sides of your ship have different shield levels. As you take damage, you have the option to allocate more power to defenses, weapons, engines, or balance them all. You can also allocate shield power from other shield grids to protect sections under heavy fire. \n\nWith that in mind, comes your weapon arcs. Certain weapons can only be fired at ships in a given radius. Some thing to think of in ship combat are; while you are protecting certain shields emitters from enemy fire to ensure you do not take hull damage, trying to keep a certain side of your enemy in weapons range so you can knock down their shields, making sure that you have them in your photon arc so you can use your photons on their bare hull when their shields fail, allocate power to defenses if you are taking heavy damage or allocating to weapons if you have an unshielded area of their ship in your photon arc to go for the killing blow. Loosely translated HOLY FUCKING FUN!\n\nThe missions are pretty engaging. Scout this sector (see:blow up Gorn attacking some station), escort some ship to somewhere, inquire about mining workers grievances (lol), talk to this dude, and so on, have not felt like grinding at all. Now THAT is a welcome change to WoW.\n\nI hope this gives some insight into what open beta is like so far. If you take nothing else away from this post, please take this: I am having a hell of a blast commanding my starship! \n\n:D",
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"body": "I got into the open beta with a key from Massively.\n\nThe only MMO I played was Star Wars Galaxies. I quit after 2 or 3 months. Wasn't for me.\n\nAnyway, I am thoroughly disappointed with Star Trek Online. As an MMO it might be decent, but as a Star Trek game, it sucks.\n\n* You can't be inside your ship. When you go to space, YOU ARE the ship. You can't just walk around the bridge.\n* You can't hail other player ships.\n* You can't assemble a team of players, go to the bridge of your ship and have each player handle a console, as if it were a true star trek episode.\n* When you communicate with other ships/NPCs, you don't see them on the bridge's viewscreen, since you can't go inside your ship.\n* You can't set a course and go \"warp 5, engage!\". You have to manually steer your ship into another system. There are no warp speeds to speak of.\n\n\nSo really, if you think about it, this game isn't all that Star Trek. If you replace the uniforms, the ships, races, etc with something else, it becomes a very generic game that does not feel anything like Star Trek.\n\n**Bottom-line**: if you're into MMOs, I guess this is just another one. If you're expecting that Star Trek experience you've always wanted, forget it.",
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"body": "I love how they are calling it an open beta. Each site had roughly 1000 Keys.\nSo between the 10 sites, that's 10,000 people. How the hell is that open?\n\nI wish I could play. :(",
"score": 5
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"body": "I just find the game as far from Star Trek as possible. Every mission milestone is fed to you. You warp in, and there are some Klingons who want to talk to you, but your mission is already \"kill the klingons\" so why bother talking?\n\nThere's no alternate way of doing any of the missions. What if I want to talk to the Klingons, and, perhaps, work things out peacefully? Too damn bad. Want to beam into a situation at a different, more tactical spot? Too damn bad. \n\nThe space battles are okay, but simplistic. No Star Fleet Command here. \n\nOh, and so far I have not been able to boink any Orion slavegirls, no busty Triskelion warriors, no cute lab scientists. \n\nJust thought of another thing: the game is based on the Champions Online engine, and they seem to have reused some of the graphics for various in-game icons. Annoying. Also, there's a cute bug that had either my vulcan avatar walking around with the starships (like some type of giant god) or had my starship walking around with the humans. Knowing Cryptic and their betas, don't expect any of those problems to be fixed. ",
"score": 4
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"body": "anybody know where I can get a key for the \"open\" beta? I can't seem to find a site that has any left.",
"score": 3
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"body": "I've noticed that quite a few people do not know thta they can set a target system in sector space and be flown there automatically.\n\nHit M, click on the sector list, double click it. You are now on auto pilot.\n\nDo not blame the game because you did not take the time to look at your map :P",
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Thanks /metal/ for the suggestions! | [I asked you guys for some listening suggestions a while back](http://www.reddit.com/r/Metal/comments/alvag/i_need_some_weird_postmetal_stuff_with_decent/). Based on my interest in Mastodon, weird lyrics and strange, cosmic metal, you guys suggested Cult of Luna, Isis and a few other great groups. I got paid and hit iTunes, and I've been listening to these bands non-stop since then. Thanks for letting my know that there is still music out there that I really like. The local ButtRock radio station had me halfway convinced otherwise. Between you guys and Last.FM I've been adding new music to my collection left and right. | 3 | [
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"body": "Even with the far reaching tentacles of the net, there's still an opportunity to discover new music, and the buzz I get from that is no different to when I first got a copy of Master of Puppets when I was 11 and wondering who the fuck made this? It was a post on here that tipped me onto Baroness earlier this year and they've easily gone into my all time top 10.\nTL;DR METAL IS AWESOME AND SHARING IT KEEPS IT STRONG",
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Post Your Guitar/Bass | Hey guys and girls, did a search and nothing came up, so why not have a bit of a show off and post your Guitar / Bass!
Here is mine, A Tokai FA70, Styled on the original Gibson ES-175
http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/profile_mojo_data/6/7/6/8/676821/pics/_c596184_image_0.jpg | 35 | [
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"body": "This is my [1968 ES-335](http://imgur.com/igWGA.jpg). The tuners are repros, but the pickups and pots are originals. It's probably the second-best sounding guitar I've ever owned, which is why I've kept it longer than any other (going on 15 years now). ",
"score": 11
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"body": "I'm liking everything I've seen so far, I like your Tokai especially Nikkeh!\n\nHere's mine:\n\n[Fender Partsocaster](http://imgur.com/eel2U.jpg)\n\n[Les Paul Standard](http://imgur.com/4bs38.jpg)\n\n[Martin HD-28](http://imgur.com/vlbEc.jpg)\n\n[Les Paul 57RI](http://imgur.com/Rbq82.jpg)\n\nThe '57 is my number one, followed by the Martin. I wish I could get a decent picture of the 57! The Strat is built from a variety of Fender and homemade parts, that was the one in the pickup winding/shielding article a few months ago. The Standard is for sale, but not to you guys :p\n",
"score": 10
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"body": "[1969 Gibson Custom SG](http://i.imgur.com/EK1YS.jpg)\n\n[2004 Gibson J-100Xtra](http://i.imgur.com/eQvQK.jpg)",
"score": 9
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"body": "OK... er, I have a bit of a problem with GAS (Guitar Acquisition Syndrome). I buy used instruments; they often have minor issues, and I try to restore them to stock (or sometimes stock appearance with, say, better bridge saddles, better switches, or better wiring and shielding). Some of them are mostly for playing, and some are in a climate-controlled storage unit in the vague hope of selling them down the road.\n\nIf you want to see some of them, you can search the \"Guitar Pron\" tag on my irregularly-updated blog, Geek Versus Guitar.\n\nhttp://geekversusguitar.blogspot.com/search/label/Guitar%20Pron\n\nOne of my absolute favorites is this fantastic old T-60: http://geekversusguitar.blogspot.com/2009/05/guitar-pron-4-peavey-t-60-sunburst.html",
"score": 8
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"body": "[Here they are](http://imgur.com/reefe.jpg)\n\n1970 Univox on the right, and a rebuilt squier Tele on the left. \n\nBoth have too many switches but I like it that way :) ",
"score": 8
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"body": "I have a few.\n\n* [Epiphone 7 String Les Paul](http://i.imgur.com/TRnRh.jpg)\n* [Ibanez S540](http://i.imgur.com/Eopji.jpg) (with [Bare Knuckle Pickups](http://www.bareknucklepickups.co.uk))\n* [Agile Intrepid 8 String Monster](http://imgur.com/2lkUp.jpg)\n* [Fender Jazz Bass](http://imgur.com/4ddF0.jpg)\n* [Schecter 5 Custom Bass + Les Paul (again)](http://imgur.com/xWqqX.jpg)\n",
"score": 7
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"body": "[1965 Gibson Reverse Firebird III](http://imgur.com/fCCSe.jpg) <-- yes, I am the one that posted a few months ago about thinking about selling the firebird. A few days after I posted I actually took it out and played it for a while. A long while. And then I fell in love with it. Since then I've gigged with it twice (more to come) and recorded a little with it and it sounds phenomenal, especially with both pickups on. Throw in a Ratt Turbo distortion and a little tube overdrive and it's the sonic personification of a barfight.\n\n[1984 Gibson Corvus III](http://imgur.com/nM1L2.jpg) <-- When I get the time and money this guitar will be properly set up to play out. Tonally it's just as odd as it looks. I can't use it very much because I play a lot of 2-hand tapping and the tiny body makes it super neck heavy and awkward.\n\n[1963 Gibson ES-120T](http://imgur.com/7mRjV.jpg) <-- Warning: shitty cameraphone picture. It's a beautiful old instrument and this picture doesn't do it justice. It plays and looks as an almost 50 year old student model archtop should, but it's out of the ordinary (which I have a penchant for), a full hollowbody (which I love because it allows me to experiment with feedback), and after I set it up with flatwounds it sounds like a DREAM. I have done a lot of writing on that guitar.\n\nMy main, though, is a Fender Jaguar HH, which is in my bandmate's car and my only picture of it was lost in a hard drive malfunction.\n\n-Edited for clarity and to add stories to the guitars-",
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"body": "[Here's](http://i.imgur.com/SgGCl.jpg) my Gibson Les Paul Studio with P90s. \n\nWhile I'm at it (and since I'm very proud of it), [here's](http://i.imgur.com/eRG4i.jpg) my amp. Marshall JCM900 4100 series. The 4x12s each have one EV 12TRX, two Vintage 30s, and one greenback. \n\nTogether they melt everything.",
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"body": "http://imgur.com/q0BCR\n\nAgile AL-2000 2TS Flame Slim\n\nedit: http://www.rondomusic.com/al20002tsslim.html\nmanufacturer photos.",
"score": 6
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"body": "My two main guitars: [Carvin CT6 and CS4](http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc106/delphicdaimonion/IMG_0341.jpg).",
"score": 6
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"body": "Weak phone camera but nevertheless here you go:\n\n* http://imgur.com/6QlCh.png\n\n* http://imgur.com/FJGC6.png\n\n* http://imgur.com/608vt.png\n\n* http://imgur.com/CpRov.png\n\nGodin Freeway Classic / Takamine EG341SC.",
"score": 6
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"body": "Here is a shot of my 2008 Fender Telecaster in Trans-Red with a maple fretboard. I love her :D\n\nhttp://www.dv247.com/assets/products/48125_l.jpg",
"score": 6
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"body": "Sparrow Twangmaster Ace w/ TV Jones classic and licensed Bigsby\nhttp://gorehound1313.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/dsc00179.jpg\nhttp://gorehound1313.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/dsc00172.jpg\n\nhttp://www.sparrowguitars.com/",
"score": 6
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"body": "Here is my babe.1976 Gretsch Country Gentleman converted to left handed.http://picasaweb.google.com/johnnyhoodoo/Rock_n_roll_pics_tmp#5370387819223623122",
"score": 6
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"body": "The 1st Electric I got was a Epihpone Les Paul Zakk Wylde Custom which was sold to me brand new by a guy who was very very high and working his last shift with a major Australian music chain store, he also chucked in some cables, a gig bag and stand...all for the princely sum of AUD$30....even got a receipt ; ) \n \nAs a side note, I saw the guy randomly about a year later at a pub and thanked him for the \"gift\", but he had no memory of doing it and was like \"cool story bro!\" whilst he high-fived his mate.\n \n\nThe other Guitar I own is a Epiphone Les Paul Standard that was purchased from Nine Inch Nails. PIC: http://imgur.com/MZqYv \n \nI would like to own a genuine Gibson LP oneday, but my playing ability doesn't quite warrant a instrument of that quality yet.",
"score": 5
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"body": "http://imgur.com/wZulU.jpg\n\n1981 Flying V signed by Michael Schenker\n1984-5 Jackson Custom Shop SL-3 Soloist\n\nHere's my amp. I've had this 1972 head since my sophmore year of HS. Cabs come and go, but I'll never part with this head.\nhttp://imgur.com/mrkBs.jpg",
"score": 5
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"body": "[My girls:](http://imgur.com/ZkG6e) left to right, Yamaha AEX 500, Japanese 60's Tele Custom Reissue, & my Highway One Tele. I also have a 69/70-era Yamaha FG 180.",
"score": 5
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"body": "Godin Freeway Classic\nhttp://www.ultimate-guitar.com/reviews/electric_guitars/godin/freeway_classic/index.html",
"score": 5
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"body": "Here's my custom hand-made Darrin Huff \"MW\" bass. I drew up the body in photoshop, two years in the making. I had to sell her tho cause money was REALLY tight for me. it's a terrible shame. best instrument i've ever played in my entire life.\n\nhttp://www.dhuffguitars.com/images/MattWfullfrontshot.jpg\nhttp://www.dhuffguitars.com/images/MattWfullbackshot.jpg\nhttp://www.dhuffguitars.com/MW.html",
"score": 5
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"body": "I have five working guitars, but I have no camera and could only find pictures of four of them (the other is very old, and I'm pretty sure the brand has been defunct for years):\n\n* [Takamine G128S](http://www.kellysmusic.com/Images/Takamine/G128S%20100_0838.jpg)\n\n* [Takamine EG531SSC](http://www.musicworldbrilon.de/images/product_images/popup_images/228721.jpg) - I love Johnny Cash, in particular his American Recordings albums -- a black guitar was my personal tribute/mourning symbol to the late legend.\n\n* [Takamine EF381C](http://hisierreno.webs.com/Takamine%20EF-381C%2012-String%20Acoustic%20Electric%20Cutaway%20Guitar%20%201800.jpg) -- Yes, that's three Takamines now, two of them black.\n\n* [Fender Mustang](http://www.dolphinmusic.co.uk/shop_image/product/395db2553a8a2d23f4c0ed9164892fae.jpg)",
"score": 5
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"body": "[Gordon Smith GS 1.60 (P90 Pickup)](http://www.gordonsmithguitars.com/products/category.php?id=1) and a [Fender Toronado GT HH](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fender_Toronado) (the Toronado on the Wikipedia page is actually my one). The Gordon Smith is probably the best thing I have ever bought and came in at a highly reasonable £400 new. Worth every penny.",
"score": 5
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"body": "[Here's](http://www.nantelmusic.com/product.aspx?pid=2204&lang=en&cid=27) my Cort M600. I bought it almost a year ago and I love it! It's comfortable, have a push/pull tone switch to alternate between humbucker/single coil pickups. Happily using it to play rock and jazzrock music.",
"score": 4
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"body": "[Group shot](http://howheels.org/webimages/guitar/wallaxes-2.jpg)\n\n* Jackson SL-1\n* Charvel San Dimas 3 Reissue (stolen :( )\n* Jackson SL-2\n* Warwick Streamer Pro-M 5\n* Jackson Kelly KE3 (stolen :( )\n* Yamaha somethin' or another\n\nNot pictured:\n\n* Jackson Kelly KE3, insurance replacement for above, still haven't taken it out of the case\n* Charvel San Dimas, also insurance replacement. Great player but nowhere near as nice as the original\n",
"score": 4
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"body": "Don't have a camera at hand so not my pic. http://www.ibanez.co.jp/world/download/wallpapers/images/Xiphos_M.jpg",
"score": 4
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"body": "My rig. Most of it is Canadian, like me.\n\n- [Gibson SG Special and Godin Freeway 4](http://imgur.com/6Qrbu.jpg)\n\n- [Godin Exit 22 and Simon & Patrick Songsmith](http://imgur.com/mnbkc.jpg)\n\n- [BC Rich Mockingbird](http://imgur.com/QZajP.jpg)\n\n- [My amps: Traynor YCV15Blue over YCX112Blue extension and a YCS90 combo](http://imgur.com/yOovK.jpg)",
"score": 4
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"body": "It's from a while ago, my dorm room along with my guitar. It's a [PGM301](http://twitpic.com/l3yty)\n\n",
"score": 4
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"body": "Cherry Red [Maton ms2000dlx](http://www.haworthguitars.com.au/images/catalog/product.MS2000DLX.large.jpg). Australian guitar.",
"score": 4
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"body": "[Xaviere XV-600](http://imgur.com/6Fj70.jpg) through a Hendrix wah, a BYOC Big Muff, and a BYOC Super-fuzz. (Sold a lot of my gear to pay for stuff. This is what I have left.)\n\n[EDIT] I'm actually looking to get rid of the Super-Fuzz. If anyone is interested, let me know.",
"score": 4
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"body": "Here's my ['92 Am. Std. Fender Stratocaster](http://imgur.com/gkRKX.jpg). It's all stock except for the red tortoise shell pickguard and a new bone nut. I broke the original nut in a poorly conceived experiment. The amp is a Peavey Minx 110 bass amp. I only use it as a speaker cabinet with Guitar Rig Session. I'm using Guitar Rig 4 Essential software for effects/amp modeling. \r\n\r\nNot shown: Fretless Mexican Fender Jazz bass. I haven't even unwrapped it since I moved but I use to play it in a band.",
"score": 4
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"body": "My main squeeze is a [Taylor 714 CE](http://www.taylorguitars.com/Guitars/Acoustic-Electric/700/714ce/) and occasionally I have an affair with a [Martin D15](http://www.martinguitar.com/guitars/choosing/guitars.php?p=m&m=D-15) and have random booty calls with a [Road Worn Telecaster](http://www.fender.com/products/search.php?partno=0131212303). Thank God these ladies don't consider my infidelities actually cheating.",
"score": 4
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"body": "I have an Washburn by Oscar Schmidt OB100 acoustic bass in black. My blackberry's being touchy right now and and doesn't want to transfer pics, so I'll have to go with the manufacturer's [pic](http://www.oscarschmidt.com/products/acoustics/ob100.asp) for now.\n\nI love the sound it produces.",
"score": 3
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"body": "http://www.iguitar.com/i2000/i2000Models.asp?guitar=i1&Color=NT\n\nthis is my baby...I fixed it up a little by putting a new nut and Schaller bridge on it. Mine doesn't include the USB port.",
"score": 3
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"body": "http://www.gbase.com/files/store_images/gear/2061074/p1_uc5wij4cj_so.jpg\n\nDon't have a picture of my own, but imagine there's a large gash in it next to the pickguard from a spatula flying at terminal velocity. It's really nice though! Love it.",
"score": 3
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"body": "Here's my [first electric guitar](http://imgur.com/LxRoN.jpg) (the case behind it is for my classical guitar). It's an Epiphone Les Paul Custom that I made some changes to. I changed the pickups from stock to a DiMarzio Tone Zone in the bridge and a DiMarzio PAF Pro in the neck, added a push-pull coil tap and a push-pull phase switch, and (eventually) removed the pick guard and changed the knobs. All in all it was a pretty good guitar for my intents and purposes; it was my first electric and I was able to learn and get pretty decent on it over the past couple of years.\n\nRecently I went to a Guitar Center looking for a new guitar. I went in knowing only that I wanted something a little faster-feeling than a Les Paul neck, and as my Les Paul's frets were pretty worn down, almost anything would feel nicer. I don't normally go for signature guitars, but I walked out with a (barely) used [Ibanez JS1000 (bad picture)](http://imgur.com/bGayd.jpg) and case for $800, and I love it. It's my first time using a 25.5\" scale guitar and I like the feel of 9-42s a lot better than the 10-52s I'm used to using.\n\nDepending on how much I like it after a while I may sell it over the summer and go for something from PRS, which was my original intention but they were at the time a bit out of my price range. I'm playing through a Blues Junior NOS at the moment, which is a great-sounding 1x12, and as I'm not gigging I have no desire for a beefier amp. I'll see what happens.",
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"body": "http://imgur.com/XAwY8.jpg\n\nI don't actually play classical music I just prefer the sound of nylon over steel string.",
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"body": "The guitars I've used up to this point have been mostly crappy starter pack guitars. A black Rogue dreadnought, Silvertone p-bass, and an Ibanez Gio (easily the best of the bunch). I just recently finished a [travel guitar that I designed and built](http://www.flickr.com/photos/16723296@N00/4272573611/in/set-72157623075367857/). \n\nIt's got some playability issues that I'm still working out and... well it is pretty much a prototype but I still think it's pretty neat (and doesn't sound half bad for my first guitar project). ",
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"body": "[My sweet, sweet, Epiphone G-400](http://imgur.com/7W8Hs.jpg). May all your instruments bring you as much joy as she has brought me.",
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For all those looking to support relief work in Haiti, post your secular charity here. | After some Googling, I found a couple listed on Pharyngula, and ultimately gave to Partners in Health to support the relief effort.
http://www.pih.org/home.html | 22 | [
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"body": "I want to post a warning here.\n\nAfter the [2004 Indian Ocean earthquake](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_Indian_Ocean_earthquake), 9/11, Katrina, and a number of other incidents, *many* \"charitable\" organizations were created to scam people. If you aren't familiar with an organization (and \"just hearing about it on Reddit somewhere\" probably qualifies), donating to it may not be a good idea.",
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I'm sure this is a long shot, but my friend hasn't
been heard from in Port-au-Prince, Haiti since the
earthquake. Anyone have any contacts over there? | His name is Jon Bougher and was over in Haiti working on a documentary about an aid organization called Planting Peace. Last word was he was staying at an orphanage in Port-au-Prince with a fellow classmate named Roman Safiullin.
Here's an article with further details http://is.gd/6cQut
In addition here are a few pictures of him if that helps. http://climbon321.imgur.com/jon_bougher
A simple upvote in hopes that this gets seen by someone over there with contact to him would mean the world to me. Thanks reddit!
Update: We just got word that he is safe!!! Thoughts remain with everyone in Haiti who weren't as lucky. | 6 | [
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"body": "Try reading through the replies to [this post](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/aoy2x/need_help_contacting_brother_in_portauprince_haiti/). Hope you find who you're looking for.",
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Need to get in shape for a 5K in April, HELP! | Anyone have any good websites or training guides I can follow? Also, I'll be doing this in the gym to start (it's cold here in NY for running outside). Thanks to all the other answers I received in r/sports. Someone said this might be a better forum for my question!
EDIT: How to lose 20 lbs?? | 6 | [
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"body": "Here are some resources I found helpful:\n\nhttp://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/how-to-start-running-without-feeling-like-a-failure.html\n\nThere's no better way than the couch to 5k plan: http://www.c25k.com/\n\nAlso, there's a Couch to 5k iphone app that helps you track your runs and tells you when to walk and run. \nhttp://www.felttip.com/c25k/\n\nGood luck!",
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I am a cat and the human who lives here is pissed that I keep knocking litter outside my litter box. How do I shut this asshole up? | Seriously, this mother fucker acts like he owns this place or something. Geez...
EDIT: When I first saw this guy, he was cool and all but now, what a fucking DICK! I am the only pussy he has seen in years. Common sense would normally tell a guy like him not to fuck that up! Ya know? | 7 | [
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"body": "Meow meow meow? Meow meow, purr, meow meow purr mew meow. Meow meow meow:\n\n1. Meow\n\n2. Meow meow\n\n3. Shit in his mouth\n\n4. Meow mew meow meow purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr meow\n\nMeow meow meow meow purr meow purr rwahhhwwllllll hiss purr meow. ",
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Hey Reddit, what's your approach to backing up your data? | This is something I've struggled with for years. I typically have 3-4 PCs, with a variety of OSes running (e.g. right now I have two dual boot XP/Ubuntu machines, one running Vista, and one running Windows 7). I get a new computer and/or get rid of an old one every 1-2 years. I'm a data packrat. Storage is so available that I like to keep everything around on the off chance it comes in handy in the future -- my writing, computer programming projects, photos, videos, etc.
I'm particularly interested in ways to improve:
* Data organization schemes
* The amount of time I spend actually backing up data
* The accessibility of the backed up data (How do I get to it from a brand new PC? How fast is it to access the data? Is it easy to get to from any OS?)
What do you do? | 4 | [
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"body": "When I'm working, I say exactly what I'm typing. My servant, Charles, has been instructed to write down everything I say, verbatim, in a series of notebooks that I call The Mindbrary.\n\nI have an off-hours servant as well, named Beatrix. Her job is to watch me while I sleep, and write down anything that I might say while unconscious. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and describe a dream to her- or a recipe I just thought of.\n\nThese all get recorded in black notebooks, and cataloged chronologically in the Mindbrary. ",
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Best way to resize a partition on a Windows Server 2003 machine which is currently in a production environment? | I need to resize the OS partition on a server running Server 2003 which is currently deployed and running the web site for one of our clients. Whoever set up the server only gave the OS partition 6GB of space for whatever inexplicable reason, while leaving the data partition with over 300GB of space.
My plan currently is to image the server, verify that the image is good, followed by resizing the partition using a boot CD such as gparted. I am hoping some of you on here can give me some insight as I don't want to jump into this without being sure that it will work, as I don't really feel like being at work all weekend rebuilding this web server if the resizing fails for some reason.
What would you do? | 5 | [
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"body": "Not sure if this will be helpful or not but a couple of ideas - \n\nIf the system has a mirrored drive, I often pull one half of the mirror leaving me with a \"failed\" mirror and what gets labeled as the \"Sunday Night give up drive\". I then install a blank drive to rebuild the mirror.\n\nYou can then mess around with the partitions to your hearts content - if everything goes disastrously wrong you shut down, pull all the disks, put in your emergency Sunday night drive and you are back to Friday night's state.\n\nIn addition, resizing partitions pretty much just works in 2k3. Certainly on a blank drive with a 6 gb partition, if i resize to 20g and reboot then disk manager will see the extra space and happily resize the C drive to fill it. gparted or moral equivalent should work find to reallocate space.\n\nVMware is definitely your friend if you want to play around first and get comfortable with killing and recreating drives etc.\n\nHTH",
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"body": "gparted is probably your best bet. If you want to be sure it'll work, you can test with an different system (isn't Server 2k3 basically the same as XPSP2?) with the same partitioning and filesystems.",
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WATMM: What VSTs and plugins can you not live without? | So I'm starting to bring Ableton into my workflow more and more, and as I do I'm considering getting in on some of that sweet sweet plugin action I've been missing out on with Reason.
So, point me in the right direction! What do you absolutely use all the damn time? (Also, free plugins are great, for I am poor)
**GOGOGO** | 24 | [
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"body": "[DFX Monomaker](http://www.kvraudio.com/get/665.html) : It's incredibly useful, so you might as well get it now before you find yourself having to hunt it down.'\r\n\r\n**EDIT:** Downvoted? Perhaps I should clarify why this plugin is so incredibly useful if you're working in the box. Many VST instruments have stereo outputs only, but stereo signals can cause **a lot** of EQ and panning problems. Obviously this tool is used on the instrument signal prior to the mixer, rather than on the master bus or something like that. Sure, it's not as exciting as a new instrument or most of the effects available, but in reality it's probably the only VST -- instrument or effect -- that you'll use with every song you work on.",
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"body": "isotope. oohhhh isotope, what would I ever do without you?\n\nand waves, although the only filter I use is maxxbass, it really adds a polished bottom end to the track",
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"body": "All free. For effects - [guitar suite.](http://www.simulanalog.org/guitarsuite.htm)\n\n[Kjaerhus classic effects.](http://www.kjaerhusaudio.com/download.php) \n\nFor instruments - [DSK](http://rekkerd.org/dsk-vsti/) has some decent ones like the strings and brass.\n\n[Superriff](http://www.superriff.com/) is a cool guitar.\n\n[Mr Ray and Mr Tramp](http://www.genuinesoundware.com/?a=products) for electric piano.\n\n\n\n",
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Zombie Themed Resort | Ok this is my million dollar idea. What do you think?
It would have to be a totally awesome themed zombie resort. Basically it would be a 24 hour long fight against the zombies. Could do a sort of laser tag or paintball thing where you have to go for headshots. If you get “bitten” you have to dress up like one of them and attack the other guests. Then once all the zombies or all of the people are “dead” there is a big party. Serving, you guessed it, [zombies!](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_%28cocktail%29) | 31 | [
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"body": "I once played in a Resident Evil themed paintball scenario game, organized by a paintball park in the LA area. About 700 players. Started 350vs350. If a human got shot, he would respawn as a zombie at the bottom of the hill. If a zombie got shot he would respawn at the bottom of the hill. After an hour and a half they announced that in the next town was some antidote, and the 75 of us left went over the hills to try to get it. After three hours I was one of maybe 15 humans left, I had gone through almost 2000 paintballs and 2 compressed air tanks. It was one of the most fun things I've ever done.\n",
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"body": "I've had this idea of having robots to imitate zombies with the moaning and the running after you and build a Zombieland of sort where you have contestants stranded in an abandoned town and they have to survive for x hours. They have to either work together or try to survive on their own and they can't get bitten by the robot zombies, which would activate a sensor of some sort to indicate that you are now one of the living dead. And to make it more interesting, the survivors win $1000, divided among themselves. So in order to win more money, you have to get the others zombified while you survive.",
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"body": "Just watch \"Westworld\" to see just how many things can go wrong with this idea. Also, if you're 15 minutes into your experience and you get bitten you're not going to be happy to spend the next 23 hours and 45 minutes walking around like a zombie. Not to mention that sooner or later some Meth-head is going to lose his mind and pull out a real shotgun and start blowing away the hired help.\n\nYou could make a movie about it and maybe call it \"Zombieland\"? Oh wait. . .",
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"body": "You'd (unfortunately) have to work on a respawn system, or end the game every couple of hours, because lets face it, the slow ones are gonna get eaten, and they've paid to come. ",
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Where to find the newest web design trends, any ideas? | I've tried all the CSS galleries, but am looking for the bleeding edge newest trends. I want to stay current and not get stuck in the vacuum of working on clients projects all the time and doing the same ole' thing.
Any help would be appreciated.
*edit* I guess what I would like to know is what design firms/freelancers are always innovating. | 5 | [
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"body": "Get off the Internet and go outside. I don't mean that in a rude way, I'm serious. There's tons of things in the world to inspire you.",
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For the grammarians out there, what's your opinion on the serial comma? | That is, the [comma](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serial_comma) before the "and" in a list of three or more. Personally, I use it. | 34 | [
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"body": "\"*I wrote a letter to my father, the Pope and the President.*\"\n\nThe above sentence states that I wrote one letter to one man. That man is my father who happens to also be both the President and the Pope.\n\n\"*I wrote a letter to my father, the Pope, and the President.*\"\n\nThis sentence states that I wrote three letters to three individual men.",
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"body": "It helps prevent ambiguities that almost always occur at least once in an average length paper, you'd be inconsistent if you included it in those places and not others, and there's not really any reason not to do it. \n\nDo it.",
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"body": "I use it because it implies a pause. Since I would say it with the pause, I write it with the pause.",
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"body": "I don't care either way. AP Style says leave it out and MLA says put it in...so either way someone will hate you. In general I know what a person means either way and both are usually equally as ambiguous.",
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Dearest Reddit: Here is my graphic design portfolio. I would love for you to look at it. | [Here it is](http://www.ryanmcgahan.com)
I would love any and all input ranging from the most brutal insults to the nicest praise. More insults (constructive critiques) than praise please.
**Edit:**
It seems some of you are having connection issues. I did some research and found this on Cargo Collective's Twitter:
*"Our hosting provider is working on a performance issue on the cloud system, we should be back momentarily. Sorry about the hassle."*
I guess I picked a bad day to show my work. If you give it a couple tries it will go through. I appreciate your patience.
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"body": "nice cargo page. Is loading slow as fuck btw. Also since all your work is print i would stay away from the fancy animated templates, since none of the pieces are the same size it just comes off as sloppy. They have a few that are text based menus along with thumbnails that wont have the screen jumping all over the place.\n\nAre you just out of school? if so you should put your resume up, otherwise it seems like you dont have a lot of work to show [and dont get me wrong im all about showing only the best stuff] So i would make note of that somehow.\n\nand this ||||||||||||||||||| business on the page title. Say hello to 1999 for me ../tell/i said.././ whats up||| ",
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"body": "I really like your work, but I don't like the layout of the portfolio. Consider [Stacey](http://www.staceyapp.com/), it's self hosted though. ",
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"body": "One of the first portfolios I've seen on reddit that actually impressed me. Great job, love your style.",
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These pretzels are making me thirsty. | 1. Go to http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Seinfeld
2. Pick a random quote
3. ctrl + c
4. ctrl + v
5. Submit. | 46 | [
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"body": "Seinfeld (1989-1998) was a television Sitcom about four friends living in New York City, considered to be one of the most popular and influential of the 1990s in the U.S.",
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"body": "George: [on an answering machine, sung to the tune of Greatest American Hero]\n\n\nBelieve it or not,\n\nGeorge isn't at home.\n\nPlease leave a message at the beep.\n\nI must be out, or I'd pick up the phone,\n\nWhere could I be?\n\nBelieve it or not, I'm not home.",
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"body": "Contents\n[hide]\n\n * 1 Season 1\n o 1.1 The Seinfeld Chronicles (Pilot) [1.1]\n o 1.2 The Stakeout [1.2]\n o 1.3 The Robbery [1.3]\n o 1.4 Male Unbonding [1.4]\n o 1.5 The Stock Tip [1.5]\n * 2 Season 2\n o 2.1 The Ex-Girlfriend [2.1]\n o 2.2 The Pony Remark [2.2]\n o 2.3 The Jacket [2.3]\n o 2.4 The Phone Message [2.4]\n o 2.5 The Apartment [2.5]\n o 2.6 The Statue [2.6]\n o 2.7 The Revenge [2.7]\n o 2.8 The Heart Attack [2.8]\n o 2.9 The Deal [2.9]\n o 2.10 The Baby Shower [2.10]\n o 2.11 The Chinese Restaurant [2.11]\n o 2.12 The Busboy [2.12]\n * 3 Season 3\n o 3.1 The Note [3.1]\n o 3.2 The Truth [3.2]\n o 3.3 The Pen [3.3]\n o 3.4 The Dog [3.4]\n o 3.5 The Library [3.5]\n o 3.6 The Parking Garage [3.6]\n o 3.7 The Cafe [3.7]\n o 3.8 The Tape [3.8]\n o 3.9 The Nose Job [3.9]\n o 3.10 The Stranded [3.10]\n o 3.11 The Alternate Side [3.11]\n o 3.12 The Red Dot [3.12]\n o 3.13 The Subway [3.13]\n o 3.14 The Pez Dispenser [3.14]\n o 3.15 The Suicide [3.15]\n o 3.16 The Fix-Up [3.16]\n o 3.17 The Boyfriend, Part 1 [3.17]\n o 3.18 The Boyfriend, Part 2 [3.18]\n o 3.19 The Limo [3.19]\n o 3.20 The Good Samaritan [3.20]\n o 3.21 The Letter [3.21]\n o 3.22 The Parking Space [3.22]\n o 3.23 The Keys [3.23]\n * 4 Season 4\n o 4.1 The Trip, Part 1 [4.1]\n o 4.2 The Trip, Part 2 [4.2]\n o 4.3 The Pitch [4.3]\n o 4.4 The Ticket [4.4]\n o 4.5 The Wallet [4.5]\n o 4.6 The Watch [4.6]\n o 4.7 The Bubble Boy [4.7]\n o 4.8 The Cheever Letters [4.8]\n o 4.9 The Opera [4.9]\n o 4.10 The Virgin [4.10]\n o 4.11 The Contest [4.11]\n o 4.12 The Airport [4.12]\n o 4.13 The Pick [4.13]\n o 4.14 The Movie [4.14]\n o 4.15 The Visa [4.15]\n o 4.16 The Shoes [4.16]\n o 4.17 The Outing [4.17]\n o 4.18 The Old Man [4.18]\n o 4.19 The Implant [4.19]\n o 4.20 The Junior Mint [4.20]\n o 4.21 The Smelly Car [4.21]\n o 4.22 The Handicap Spot [4.22]\n o 4.23 The Pilot, Part 1 [4.23]\n o 4.24 The Pilot, Part 2 [4.24]\n * 5 Season 5\n o 5.1 The Mango [5.1]\n o 5.2 The Puffy Shirt [5.2]\n o 5.3 The Glasses [5.3]\n o 5.4 The Sniffing Accountant [5.4]\n o 5.5 The Bris [5.5]\n o 5.6 The Lip Reader [5.6]\n o 5.7 The Non-Fat Yogurt [5.7]\n o 5.8 The Barber [5.8]\n o 5.9 The Masseuse [5.9]\n o 5.10 The Cigar Store Indian [5.10]\n o 5.11 The Conversion [5.11]\n o 5.12 The Stall [5.12]\n o 5.13 The Dinner Party [5.13]\n o 5.14 The Marine Biologist [5.14]\n o 5.15 The Pie [5.15]\n o 5.16 The Stand In [5.16]\n o 5.17 The Wife [5.17]\n o 5.18 The Raincoats, Part 1 [5.18]\n o 5.19 The Fire [5.20]\n o 5.20 The Hamptons [5.21]\n o 5.21 The Opposite [5.22]\n * 6 Season 6\n o 6.1 The Chaperone [6.1]\n o 6.2 The Big Salad [6.2]\n o 6.3 The Pledge Drive [6.3]\n o 6.4 The Chinese Woman [6.4]\n o 6.5 The Couch [6.5]\n o 6.6 The Gymnast [6.6]\n o 6.7 The Mom & Pop Store [6.7]\n o 6.8 The Soup [6.8]\n o 6.9 The Secretary [6.9]\n o 6.10 The Switch [6.10]\n o 6.11 The Race [6.11]\n o 6.12 The Label Maker [6.12]\n o 6.13 The Scofflaw [6.13]\n o 6.14 The Beard [6.16]\n o 6.15 The Kiss Hello [6.17]\n o 6.16 The Doorman [6.18]\n o 6.17 The Jimmy [6.19]\n o 6.18 The Doodle [6.20]\n o 6.19 The Fusilli Jerry [6.21]\n o 6.20 The Diplomat's Club [6.22]\n o 6.21 The Face Painter [6.23]\n o 6.22 The Understudy [6.24]\n * 7 Season 7\n o 7.1 The Engagement [7.1]\n o 7.2 The Postponement [7.2]\n o 7.3 The Maestro [7.3]\n o 7.4 The Wink [7.4]\n o 7.5 The Hot Tub [7.5]\n o 7.6 The Soup Nazi [7.6]\n o 7.7 The Secret Code [7.7]\n o 7.8 The Pool Guy [7.8]\n o 7.9 The Sponge [7.9]\n o 7.10 The Gum [7.10]\n o 7.11 The Rye [7.11]\n o 7.12 The Caddy [7.12]\n o 7.13 The Seven [7.13]\n o 7.14 The Cadillac(1) [7.14]\n o 7.15 The Cadillac(2) [7.15]\n o 7.16 The Shower Head [7.16]\n o 7.17 The Doll [7.17]\n o 7.18 The Friars Club [7.18]\n o 7.19 The Wig Master [7.19]\n o 7.20 The Calzone [7.20]\n o 7.21 The Bottle Deposit(1) [7.21]\n o 7.22 The Bottle Deposit(2) [7.22]\n o 7.23 The Wait Out [7.23]\n o 7.24 The Invitations [7.24]\n * 8 Season 8\n o 8.1 The Foundation [8.1]\n o 8.2 The Soul Mate [8.2]\n o 8.3 The Bizarro Jerry [8.3]\n o 8.4 The Little Kicks [8.4]\n o 8.5 The Package [8.5]\n o 8.6 The Fatigues [8.6]\n o 8.7 The Checks [8.7]\n o 8.8 The Chicken Roaster [8.8]\n o 8.9 The Abstinence [8.9]\n o 8.10 The Andrea Doria [8.10]\n o 8.11 The Little Jerry [8.11]\n o 8.12 The Money [8.12]\n o 8.13 The Comeback [8.13]\n o 8.14 The Van Buren Boys [8.14]\n o 8.15 The Susie [8.15]\n o 8.16 The Pothole [8.16]\n o 8.17 The English Patient [8.17]\n o 8.18 The Nap [8.18]\n o 8.19 The Yada Yada [8.19]\n o 8.20 The Millennium [8.20]\n o 8.21 The Muffin Tops [8.21]\n o 8.22 The Summer of George [8.22]\n * 9 Season 9\n o 9.1 The Butter Shave [9.1]\n o 9.2 The Voice [9.2]\n o 9.3 The Serenity Now [9.3]\n o 9.4 The Blood [9.4]\n o 9.5 The Junk Mail [9.5]\n o 9.6 The Merv Griffin Show [9.6]\n o 9.7 The Slicer [9.7]\n o 9.8 The Betrayal [9.8]\n o 9.9 The Apology [9.9]\n o 9.10 The Strike [9.10]\n o 9.11 The Dealership [9.11]\n o 9.12 The Reverse Peephole [9.12]\n o 9.13 The Cartoon [9.13]\n o 9.14 The Strongbox [9.14]\n o 9.15 The Wizard [9.15]\n o 9.16 The Burning [9.16]\n o 9.17 The Bookstore [9.17]\n o 9.18 The Frogger [9.18]\n o 9.19 The Maid [9.19]\n o 9.20 The Puerto Rican Day [9.20]\n o 9.21 The Clip Show (1) [9.21]\n o 9.22 The The Clip Show (2) [9.22]\n o 9.23 The Finale (1) [9.23]\n o 9.24 The Finale (2) [9.24]\n * 10 External links\n",
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"body": " George: She calls me up at my office. She says, \"We have to talk.\"\n Jerry: Ugh. The four worst words in the English language.\n George: That or \"Whose bra is this?\"\n Jerry: That's worse. ",
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"body": "Kramer: Bookman? The library investigator's name is actually Bookman?\n\nLibrarian: It's true.\n\nKramer: That's amazing. That's like an ice cream man named \"Cohn.\"",
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"body": " Jerry: He's a bubble boy!\n George: A bubble boy?!\n Jerry: Yes! A bubble boy!\n Susan: What's a bubble boy?\n Jerry: He lives in a bubble!\n George: Boy. ",
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"body": " Elaine: Why can't you do it?\n Man: I can't.\n Elaine: No, see that's not a reason you can't. You just don't want to.\n Man: That's right.\n Elaine: But why? Why don't you want to?\n Man: I don't know.\n Elaine: But wouldn't you get any satisfaction out of helping someone out?\n Man: No, I wouldn't. ",
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"body": " Jerry: This jacket has completely changed my life.\n George: Can I say one thing to you? And I say this with an unblemished \n record of staunch heterosexuality.\n Jerry: Of course.\n George: It's fabulous. ",
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Zombie Themed Resort | Ok this is my million dollar idea. What do you think?
It would have to be a totally awesome themed zombie resort. Basically it would be a 24 hour long fight against the zombies. Could do a sort of laser tag or paintball thing where you have to go for headshots. If you get “bitten” you have to dress up like one of them and attack the other guests. Then once all the zombies or all of the people are “dead” there is a big party. Serving, you guessed it, [zombies!](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_%28cocktail%29) | 17 | [
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"body": "Here's your problem: It won't be any fun to be the zombie. Or at least, not nearly as much fun as being the survivors.",
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"body": "Some nut would show up with a rifle and spray down all your employees with full-auto assault rounds.\n\nJust to be sure.\n\nedit: i am \"some nut\"",
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"body": "OMG. I will quit my high paying super stressful corporate job and be a zombie in your resort for minimum wage. Seriously, this is everything I want in life, I am not kidding or being sarcastic. I have a slight zombie obsession. Read World War Z.",
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Where might I find some drugs? | I'm new to town, and I don't have any friends or hook ups. How might I go about finding some recreational herbs? | 28 | [
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"body": "the local police station station. they always have a large supply at hand, you just have to ask at the front desk.",
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"body": "This is all very bad advice, the only person qualified to give you some good drugs is your local pharmacist. They can make sure that the drugs don't conflict with any of your existing medications.\n\nTo get some drugs, walk into your local pharmacy and go to the counter. Greet the pharmacist, then say \"I wanna get hiiiiiigh\" and raise your **right** eyebrow. He will proceed to get you what you need.",
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"body": "Some cities have a narcotic distributor phone directory that may be accessed with the help of a live operator. Simply dial 'W11' (it's fun so they tried to associate the service with the wii) and ask for assistance being placed into the narcotic home delivery phone queue. You may have to wait a few moments but be patient - you'll be surprised at the level of service. ",
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"body": "Resort to products under your sink. They'll get you high. Drink them, sniff them... get creative too.",
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"body": "Go take a walk. Preferably out-of-doors near an elementary school.\n\nThen, find a place near said elementary school where there are a number of pairs of sneakers hanging over a powerline. This is a classic sign that drug dealers are nearby.\n\nThen, find the nearest elementary school kid, in a loud voice, if he would like to come to your van for some candy. He will know you mean cocaine. Make sure his teacher hears you, because you never know, they might want to come get high too, and then you've made a new friend in the city! Any cops nearby should be alerted as well.",
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Is it just me or posts not showing up for everyone else? | I have tried posting several things and they show up in my history but nowhere in the reddit. Even in the new section. | 5 | [
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"body": "Welcome to the wacky, wild, wonderful world of intentional reddit censorship. I've had this problem myself, i.e. disappeared posts, scripted downvotes. \r\n\r\nWhat is so galling is that some my posts get disappeared even on the narrowly circumscribed, weakly attended subreddits (reddit \"free speech zones\"?) that have been deemed by reddit as being the most appropriate for some posts (Israel, 911 Truth, Coinspiracy, Economics, World Politics).\r\n\r\nWant some fun? Try to see how long you last on this subreddit, before you're 86'ed:\r\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/RacistReddit/",
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Your favourite album? | This is because:
a) I'm genuinely curious,
b) I've used up all my music.
My favourite album at the moment is Radiohead's Kid A, mainly because of the genius that is Optimistic and Idioteque. | 3 | [
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"body": "Paul Simon - Graceland\n\nI can come back to that album over and over again. It's the only album that can find its self in my car stereo for weeks at a time. Crazy Love Vol II, Under African Skies and Graceland are my favorite 3 songs on the album.",
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I need advise on buying a new frying pan or two. Help me Foodit, you're my only hope. | I'm getting sick of my shitty old teflon pans.
Basically I'm looking to get a step up in pans that don't use teflon, are oven safe, and reasonably non-stick (or not if people can explain to me the benefits).
At the same time, I'm not looking to break the bank buying some premium $1000 pans. Any suggestions? | 9 | [
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"body": "Cast iron, cast iron, and cast iron.\n\nCast iron pans are cheap, have excellent heat distribution, are oven safe, and (once seasoned) have better non-stick properties than teflon. You can use metal utensils, even knives in them while cooking (but wouldn't suggest it). Plus they are virtually indestructible and can be used on almost any cooking surface at any heat.\n\nHowever cast iron does have disadvantages. They require routine maintenance to keep the seasoning in check. Also you need to be careful when you use highly acidic food. They also cannot be washed in the dishwasher. Some people don't even use soap to clean them lest the seasoning fall apart.",
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"body": "Calphalon infused anodized. The non-stick properties are built in to the alloy of the pan metal. You can use metal tools, there's nothing to scratch. Broiler-safe, too. I got a 11\" Chef's pan for like $99, at Williams Sonoma no less. ",
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"body": "Okay, listen. You need two types of frying pans, three pans in all. \n\nDon't get the cast iron if you're not a hardcore foodie. And since you don't already have decent pans, I'm guessing you're only soon becoming one.\n\nSo get a stainless steel uncoated pan. This will fry steaks and meats just as well as a cast iron pan and it's much more versatile and cheaper, too. THERE IS A CATCH. The steel pan *must* have a thrice-layered, thick bottom. The layers are steel, copper/aluminum(?) and steel. This will make the pan actually work. The steel heats quickly while the copper doesn't but the copper holds heat while the steel doesn't.\nThe pans must be heavy. No plastic parts.\nThe advantage of this stainless steel-three-layers-heavy duty-pan over cast iron is that it's low maintenance.\n\nThen you need the teflon pan, but you only use this for foods with egg - omelettes, crepes and the like. The foods that are a real bitch to scrape from sticky surfaces.\n\nAnd finally you need a large(ish) pot, preferably a steel pot with the same kind of bottom layers as for the steel pan. This is for soups and sauces.\n\nNow you can get these from Ikea or whatever, for 30-40 euros (guess that would be 70 dollars or sumthin) per piece. So not the cheapest, but not expensive at all.",
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"body": "Cast iron is great for many things, but for sauces involving tomato, anything that needs to be boiled, and things that no matter how much oil you use are going to leave a residue, I prefer a heavy stainless steel pan.",
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"body": "i got [this frying pan / dutch oven combo by Lodge](http://www.amazon.com/Lodge-Logic-Pre-Seasoned-Combo-Cooker/dp/B0009JKG9M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1263415359&sr=8-1)... best investment ever.",
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"body": "Just came across this helpful article on the [Healthiest Cookware](http://whfoods.org/genpage.php?tname=dailytip&dbid=92) one of my favorite sites, [whfoods.org](http://whfoods.org) and remembered this thread. Hope it helps.\n\n**The Summary:** Our favorite all-around cookware pieces are those made from stainless steel or cast iron. More than likely, the stainless steel cookware will have a core made from aluminum or copper since these metals are efficient conductors of heat. While we don't recommend cookware that features aluminum or copper as the cooking surface, stainless steel cookware with cores (or even bottoms) made from these materials are acceptable. That's because if you take care of your pots and pans and don't excessively scrub them, the copper or aluminum will not come in contact with your food.\n\nCast iron is another type of cookware we recommend. Even if some of the iron leaches from the cookware into your food, in most cases this is acceptable since many people can easily incorporate iron into a healthy day of mineral intake.\n\nWe like to avoid pans with non-stick coatings as well as those made from anodized aluminum. ",
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What's your favorite starting hand? | Everyone's got one. What is your favorite hand to start with? Mine is Q-4. No idea why, I've just always been lucky with that hand in the past.
So what's your favorite hand and why? | 4 | [
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"body": "Ok, maybe I should have phrased this differently. What is your favorite *unconventional* starting hand? Is there one you're particularly lucky with?",
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DAE Really Hate the Phrase "The Exception that Proves the Rule?" | When did this get started and by whom? Who actually got this into popular use and who started repeating it ad infinitum as if it made sense? I want names, people, and I want them now. Anyone caught abetting these traitors to logic will be first against the wall. | 14 | [
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"body": "As far as I'm aware it was originally meant in the sense that one can assume a rule exists when an exception is mentioned, for example: \"You may leave school early if you have a note from a parent\" implies that you have to stick around otherwise.\r\n\r\nThen some idiots who had some shit rules decided to change its meaning to make their rules seem less shit or something.",
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"body": ">The phrase is derived from the medieval Latin legal principle exceptio probat regulam in casibus non exceptis (\"the exception confirms the rule in cases not excepted\"), a concept first proposed by Cicero in his defense of Lucius Cornelius Balbus.\n\n",
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I'm making a reddit cookbook of inexpensive meal ideas. Any ideas? | **UPDATE: Wow, thanks for such great feedback! I had hoped to have something to share after this weekend, but alas, it's not ready. I'm learning a lot of the recipes in the original PDF require additional work, i.e., actually rewriting the steps, since they're sometimes too vague or out of order to be helpful. Still, I feel I should tackle this part on my own for now, just to ensure that a) it gets done, and b) it gets done consistently. I'm not discouraged and I'm not slowing down - I promise, it's still coming along, just slowly. I hope to have something simply ready by Friday 1/22 - remember, that means organizing, alphabetizing, formatting, and now rewriting all these recipes, so please be patient with me. When I'm finished, I plan to create a new subreddit and PM those who've volunteered (I'll link you from this topic as well). If you can think of a better method for collaboration, I'd like to hear it, please. Also, I'm sorry, I can''t respond individually to each post at the moment. I'm reading your suggestions and I'm aware of your tips, but I think it's more beneficial to spend any time replying on actually fixing up the recipe book. Those who've submitted recipes or volunteered, I promise you'll be included and/or notified when this is ready. Overall suggestions are also being implemented. Thanks for your comments! Happy eating! :)**
Here's the backstory, for the curious:
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A few days ago my fiancee and I realized we'd need to cut back on spending if we were going to have enough money for some major purchases we're planning to make. (We're not poor by any stretch, however – no pity, please!) Since we already live pretty frugally, the only major way to decrease spending is to cut down on our grocery bill for a while. Not less food, but cheaper eats.
I searched the reddit archives for cheap dinner ideas and found an incredible wealth of recipes and stories by people like you, literally hundreds of great ideas what will help me and my fiancee reach our goals. I also found [this gem](http://www.reddit.com/r/recipes/comments/a7o9h/a_pdf_compilation_of_the_recipes_i_found/). While the PDF is a good start, it's not very functional as a recipe collection. Still, since a cookbook of cheap eats has a lot of potential, especially for a community like this, I got to work last night putting something together for reddit as a sincere thanks from my fiancee and I. It's coming along quite nicely.
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So I'm setting out to make a cookbook of recipes that just *work* for those who don't have a lot of money, time, supplies, or fancy ingredients. Remember that while I cook fairly often, I'm not necessarily very capable of making a cookbook - just willing. :) So all your ideas are welcome at this point!
Here are some ideas I've had:
* I was planning to start with the PDF listed above and sort all the recipes into sections, which would then be alphabetized by accurate recipe names (some I'll likely have to revise a little). Sections are tentatively "Breakfast", "Soups/Chilies", "Salads", "Chicken Entrees", "Pork Entrees", "Beef Entrees", "Seafood Entrees", "'Any Meat' Entrees" (if the meat used doesn't really matter to the dish), "Veggie (or otherwise Meatless) Entrees", "Sides", "Sauces", "Protips" (not sure what'll go here just yet), and "Links". A link section would be silly for printed copies, but some redditors might prefer an electronic copy, so I opted to keep it. A "Credits" section of usernames would also be included for those who contribute to the book in any way, since I can probably track down who wrote each recipe and ask if they'd like a mention. I'm toying with the idea of a "Bacon Entrees" section, too. (BTW, Bacon + PB + toast is wicked good.)
* I'd like to start each section with a little humorous foreward explaining what the section entails and any other relevant info. If possible, I'd source this responsibility out before I release the cookbook, just to keep it community-themed.
* Any recipes that contain extremely hard-to-get ingredients (live sea cucumber) or extremely expensive ingredients (black truffles) will not be included, since they're not in the scope of this cookbook. Recipes that sound disgusting ("Food Sludge", a real submission) or obvious (cereal) will also not be included.
* Each recipe would contain an ingredient list, an estimated "Time until Noms", and also a "suggested additional ingredients" list, if applicable.
* I'd like to try preserving some of the text captured from the PDF linked above, since its fun to read these submissions I'll likely improve the grammar, spelling, capitalization, etc. if it's necessary to understand the recipe, however.
* This may be too much for now, but I'd like to come up with some icons to identify some important aspects of each recipe. I was thinking "Dirt Cheap", "Quick", "Vegan", "Spicy", "Romantic" and "Common Ingredients", but I may discover more. Since I'm no graphic artist, I'd like to source out this responsibility to any willing redditors. Or that can be reserved as something for later editions.
* Speaking of later editions, after the alpha edition is released, I'd like to invite redditors to send me pictures of the recipes they make if they have success with them. Pictures would have to have the recipe as the main focal point and be SFW, but humor would be encouraged, of course. Maybe it'd be best to also suggest each redditor submit only one picture, since anyone who submits a picture can be in the credits listing. (I'll keep a site that lists recipes that still need pictures to prevent a lot of duplicates.) This will also function as a way to test recipe popularity, since recipes that go for a long time without a picture submission may be too unpopular for the reddit cookbook. Unpopular recipes can be knocked out so the cookbook is only filled with our favorites. I'll like to keep this at 100 recipes or something for now.
* Once I have pictures in for each recipe and undoubtedly more suggestions, I'll release a beta cookbook. :)
So those are my ideas. What are yours? Please share! I need your thoughts - for example, what should this cookbook be called? What should it look like? Discuss!
*Edit: If you have a specific recipe submission, please just link us to it or write it out. Feel free to submit several of your best cheap recipes, but please only those you feel particularly proud of. Your name will be included with the recipe unless you wish to remain anonymous or you didn't come up with the dish yourself. Thanks for your help!*
*Edit #2: Some of you have asked whether the cookbook will cost money. Honestly, I haven't thought through all the logistics, but I never imagined taking any money for this. I'd like to post a free PDF online, but there may be a better way to distribute this. Also, franimal61 suggested selling a printed copy and donating the proceeds to charity. What do you think? If you have a strong opinion or a good idea, please share it.* | 149 | [
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"body": "So, there is already a pdf file called the \"Reddit College Cookbook\" that is available for cheap, good recipes. It was compiled together from an AskReddit thread a while back called \"Good but cheap recipes for a college student.\" [Here](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/a4eto/good_but_cheap_recipes_for_a_college_student/) is a link to the original thread, with all the recipes. [Here](http://www.reddit.com/r/recipes/comments/a7o9h/a_pdf_compilation_of_the_recipes_i_found/) is the pdf compilation. I haven't looked through it much, but it's pretty neat. The recipes aren't all THAT organized, but there are also a number of \"protips\" and links that might be useful for the aspiring cook. \n\nThat said, if you don't find this one to your liking, feel free to go on and create another!\n\nEdit: phrasing.",
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"body": "Bright idea. Please work on this project as fast as possible, I'll be a huge fan!\n\n\nBtw, if you need any help on the layout or graphic design, I might be able to help.\n\n\n\n**Edit:**\n\nPlease include:\n\n[Il Forno's Parmesan Salad](http://www.tastebook.com/recipes/1872269-Il-Forno-s-Parmesan-Salad)\n\n[Coctail Shrimp Salad](http://www.tastebook.com/recipes/1872269-Il-Forno-s-Parmesan-Salad)\n\n[Victoria's Honey Dipped Flour Pies](http://www.tastebook.com/recipes/1872251-Victoria-s-Flour-Pies)",
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"body": "I could give you my own British recipe for Lancashire Sausage casserole, it's cooked on the stove in a large pan of gravy with leeks, carrots, rosemary, thyme, garlic and the sausages are boiled in the liquid, then served with mashed potatoes. \n\nFriends tend to go \"Yuck you boil the sausages?\" but once they've tasted they're life long converts. Utterly delicious, extremely cheap to make and a good winter warmer. The smell when it's cooking makes you want to eat the kitchen. ",
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"body": "I like to doctor up Ramen Noodles, as so.\n\n* oil in small pot, heat on med.\n* add 1tsp garlic\n* take 3-4 frozen shrimp (I usually buy in a large bag) and rinse them in cold water for about 5 min. then add them to the pot\n* add 1cup mixed frozen veggies (usually beans peas carrots)\n* 1/2 cup frozen fajita veggies (onions and peppers)\n* saute this mix for a few minutes until everything is looking thawed.\n* add enough water for one serving of ramen (I use hot water from my electric teapot to speed up the process)\n* add one package of Ramen ( I prefer oriental or shrimp flavored)+flavor packet\n* Simmer for 5-7 min.\n* If you really want this dish to pop add some fresh cilantro or parsley, I grow these in my yard during the summer so its free.\n\n This usually takes me about 10 minutes total and is no more than 2 dollars a serving, even with the shrimp.\nSome variations include leaving out the shrimp, or using a basic peanut sauce ( Peanut butter, oil, soy sauce, and Srirach chili sauce) and cutting the water way down. You can also add an egg to mix. I don't care much for Ramen by themselves but adding the extras cuts down on the intensity of the flavor packet, and makes it almost healthy ( it has vegetables, I usally add a fair amount.)\n",
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"body": "Into a crockpot:\n\n1/2 to 1 onion, chopped small-ish (depending on individual taste)\n\n4-5 boneless, skinless chicken breasts\n\n1 medium size jar of hot salsa. (Med or mild works too).\n\n\nCook on low for 6-7 hours or until the chicken shreds apart easily with a fork. Shred all the chicken with a fork - when the chicken is properly cooked, it should basically fall apart very easily. Use the chicken for: Tacos, Burritos, on top of lettuce for a salad, etc. \n\n",
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"body": "As a foodie who works in publishing, I'd be glad to help out! Writing forewords, organization, photos, etc... I think the easiest thing would just be to take your time, slowly monitor r/frugal, r/cooking, r/food and others and pick up recipes when they are posted (also take a look at the archives). And although printing it would be cool, I find myself using Epicurious.com at least as much as my printed books... so in the nature of Reddit, I'd keep it all online! Maybe someone can volunteer their help with a site?\n\nI'll be sure to PM you with any recipes I turn up (including pickles promised above).",
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"body": "Really cheap salsa.\n\n1 can fire-roasted tomatoes\n12 pieces pickled jalapenos\n1 tablespoon salt\n\ntoss all in a blender, done.",
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"body": "My dad calls this cilantro chicken:\n\nYou need:\n\n* Chicken thighs\n* 1 onion\n* a few potatoes (I like to use several of the mini red ones)\n* some garlic\n* some fresh cilantro\n* a pepper\n* some mushrooms\n* some chicken stock powder\n* salt and pepper\n\nTo make:\n\n* Cook chicken in frying pan along with 1 onion, 1 pepper, and some mushrooms (you will probably only want to add the veggies once the chicken is half done)\n* Add half your cilantro to frying pan near very end\n* Move everything from the pan into a casserole dish\n* Add potatoes\n* Cover till mostly submerged with mild chicken stock\n* Add rest of cilantro save enough to garnish at end\n* Bake till potatoes are soft and meat is falling off the bone",
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What does Reddit think of Chiropractors? Legitimate science or quackery? | I have many friends that go to chiropractors and swear by them but do they actually do any good or have any scientific backing behind them? Seems like they are not very well respected in the medical community. | 44 | [
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"body": "Quackery. There have been NO clinical trials done that point to Chiropractors having any positive effect. Until that happens, it's all quackery.\n\nAnecdotes are *not* evidence.\n\nEDIT: Changed wording in lower post.\n\nEDIT2: Wording of the lower post:\n\n*My apologies, I should have said their are no* **dependable** *and* **consistent** *clinical trials for spinal manipulation.*\n\n*In \"A systematic review of systematic reviews of spinal manipulation\" by Ernst E Canter, he discusses several popular SM trials and the results of those are largely ineffective, except for back pain which is not shown to be more effective than conventional treatment. This is just one example of many sources which show that only the biased trials show any positive evidence for Spinal Manipulation.*\n\n*I see this as harmful, because people put their money and trust into an industry which has not proven beyond a reasonable doubt that they are not only not harmful, but are beneficial. These people are spending their time and money on process not proven, which is preventing them from going to a real doctor whose methods ARE proven and demonstrable.*\n\n*Again, my apologies for mis-speaking and saying NO clinical trials.*",
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"body": "When I would complain about my back in my teens, my grandfather, a doctor, used to say: \"You don't need a chiropractor. Stop slouching god dammit, sit up straight, always walk like you're wearing a suit, and when you bury me, lift the casket with your knees\". \n\nHe was pretty awesome.",
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"body": "In my experience:\n\nPhysiotherapist - Try to complete treatment in as few sessions as possible. Have client come in for a few months.\n\nChiropractor - Try to never complete treatment, have client come in for years. And then more years.",
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"body": "As a licensed Physical Therapist, I can safely say that 95% of chiropractors are quacks. I work at the Cleveland Clinic, and we keep the names of about 3 reputable chiropractors on file who have successfully brought about recoveries, and even 1 or 2 that work for us.\n\nAs a grad students, we used to smugly go to chiropractors for \"adjustments\" as a joke. The manipulations these jerks used to try were barely more than guesswork and their complete lack of anatomy and physiology was completely astounding. I remember letting the chiropractor do some of his stretching and bending and stopping the appointment short after what he told me he was about to do, because I knew for a fact that it was medically unsound. \n\nI would say, probably 5-10% of the patients I see have a problem that may not have been caused by seeing a chiropractor, but was certainly exasperated by one.\n\nWith that being said, I can say I have seen some miracles performed by some of the best chiropractors as well. But these are the guys with dual degrees, chiropractor and PT, OT or some other medical degree.\n\n\n",
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"body": "Absolutely legit. Those here calling BS probably haven't been to one for any reason, much less staggered into one in agony and been able to walk out later feeling much less or no pain. I have, a number of times. My chiro has helped me many times for my issues over the years. And no, I don't need to go see them over and over. I've learned to know when I'm out of alignment - I can feel it. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes not. I tend to visit when I know things aren't right, and one or two visits later things are good and I don't go again until I need to. Basically you nip what will become a larger problem in the bud. Unlike what some are saying, it's not always some muscular issue that pulls your vertebra out of alignment. You can sleep wrong, slip, car wreck - all kinds of reasons. My experience is that whenever I'm out of alignment, whatever the reason, my muscles have to make up for that and eventually bad things start happening - pain, restricted movements, inflammation, or pinched nerves. Getting realigned and maybe some anti-inflammatories (Motrin, Aleve) gets things squared away pretty quickly usually.\n\nHowever that said, there's good and bad chiros, just like any other profession. My first chiro experience was with more of a quack - definitely from the \"oh your insurance is up? You're cured!\" school of quackery. My second chiro was invaluable to my health. So ask around, get references, and see for yourself - just like you would for any doctor/dentist/etc. A good chiro will treat the issue and help advise you on the overall reasons for the problem - weak muscles, poor alignment, crappy chair at work, sitting on a thick wallet, etc. You'd be surprised the reasons your back can hurt.",
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"body": "A girl I used to date told me a chiropractor caused permanent damage to her dads spine, and almost paralyzed him. Not sure how true that is (although she didnt seem like the kind to lie about something like that) but WTF.",
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"body": "It depends on who you are seeing. Typically, find an orthopedic specialist or other respected doctor who will refer you to maybe one chiropractor that he or she trusts. These very rare and very precious ones are the type worth seeing. They won't promise you a pain-free future, won't insist that you have to come back again and again in order for it to work, and will generally be frank that it only might help you. \n\nThe rest are full of shit.",
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"body": "I go back and forth, having had multiple 'bad' experiences with Chiropractors I'd say that anecdotally at least 75% of them are quacks. After a few minutes of massage anyone's back/neck will feel improvement. Improvement that fades over time and keeps you coming back for more can eventually cost quite a bit. \n\nA person living with pain is vulnerable to a lot of scams, chiropractors, body-scans, insoles, aromatherapy, god-damned needles, acupressure, psychic healing, and more. \n\nMy advice is to spend a reasonable amount of money and see a variety of \"professionals,\" experiment with different services until you find relief. ",
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"body": "I've been going to chiropractors for many years and some actually have fixed conditions doctors just wanted to give me drugs for. They also gave me stretches and exercises to do that helped immensely. Others have done nothing other than give me a really nice deep massage. If your mind is closed you cant see an improvement or who is effective. ",
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"body": "If anyone's interested in a study on neck manipulations and stroke, here's a summary - http://stroke.ahajournals.org/cgi/content/abstract/32/5/1054",
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"body": "Rather than argue about what the evidence is or give anecdotal accounts, why not just [reference it](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiropractic#Evidence_basis).\n\nA quick summary appears to be that it has little to know efficacy except possibly with lower back problems in which case it is difficult to determine if it is any better or worse than other methods. Just like other alternative medicines, whatever efficacy there may be appears to be heavily reliant on the placebo effect rather than genuine understanding of the problem, not to knock the placebo effect. However it is difficult to design placebos for such testing.",
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"body": "All the bones in my right leg were slightly mis-aligned when I was younger causing me to swing it out to the side when I ran/walked. When I was about 8-9 my mom took me to a chiropractor. After about 10 visits I no longer had the problem and could run/walk normally.\n\nI haven't really looked into the \"science\" behind it, but I've seen the results. I'm not saying that there aren't chiropractors out there that are full of shit, but there are definitely legitimate ones too.",
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"body": "My one experience with a chiropractor wasn't very good. He wanted me to come in all the time, it cost a lot money and never seemed to help anything. Maybe other chiropractors are better but I don't think I would go to another one again. ",
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"body": "I had neck pain shooting up left side of my neck.\nWent in to see a chiropractor that had helped my mother.\nHe took x-rays of my neck, then showed me how my neck was curved abnormally, likely from sitting all day (2 hours in a car and 8 hours at work).\nHe then had me sit back on a table and did some \"work\" on my neck, cracking it.\nI believe the relief was immediate, if I remember correctly.\n\n\nAfter that, the pain slowly came back after a few days, but not nearly as bad.\nI went in again a couple weeks later (we had scheduled a follow up).\nHe did more work.\nThis time he asked me if I did any stretching to try and help relieve the pain.\nHe told me I was making it worse by the way I was stretching my neck (in an unnatural way).\nHe then showed me how to properly stretch my neck.\n\n\nWent to one more session, but the pain was pretty much completely gone at this point.\nHave not had to go back since (been two years).\n\n\nHe also showed me how to stretch out my hands and wrists, which were starting to become achy from typing/using a mouse all day, and that has also helped.",
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"body": "I believe there are good ones and bad ones. The bad ones are pretty easy to spot - they'll have you coming back every week, regardless of how you feel. It's obvious they're after money. \n\nI've been to one chiropractor that's been amazing - my mom was deaf in one ear from the time she was 16 until she was 32. It started after a car accident where a guitar case in the back seat hit her in the back of the head - she didn't think anything of it at the time, but she lost her hearing. She went for a typical adjustment with this chiropractor, he found that something weird was going on with the alignment of her neck, he fixed it, and her hearing came back.\n\nSame guy also treated me when I had a neck injury. I swear by him. I think others can be absolute shit, but some are the real deal.\n\nEDIT: That being said, I don't think they're right for everyone. And I don't think they can cure \"anything\" like some of them claim. That, my friend, is bullshit. They're the ones after money and money alone.",
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Lucid Dreaming, does this work, if so, have anyone of you experienced it? | Earlier today I stumbled upon [this site](http://www.ld4all.com/guide.html) and it seems really interesting, according to what I've read you can take control over your dreams and kind of "wake up" while dreaming.
Is this for real?, since the website kind of described how to do it, I thought that I might aswell try it out.
**Edit:**
But how do you experience time during a lucid dream? Since you usually sleep atleast for a few hours, do you actually experience the time in real hours or like, really speeded up.
**Edit 2.**
Another question! When you move around while dreaming, do you move around similar in bed?
**Edit 3.**
[Americancynic](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ap8vn/lucid_dreaming_does_this_work_if_so_have_anyone/c0iqwd1?context=3) made an awesome description to lucid dreaming and tips to get started [here.](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/8wm6b/lucid_dreaming_can_you_do_it/c0anuqs)
Here is the [IAmA by robotfrank](http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/a0kda/ima_lucid_dreamer_meaning_ive_taught_myself_to/) about lucid dreams, detailed and good answers. | 258 | [
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"body": "I've had lucid dreams where I just start pulling the clothes off random women. I treat women with respect in real life, but in dreamland I become a little rapey.",
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"body": "Yes. It takes practice but it's definitely legit and extremely awesome.\n\nI find it's easiest to become lucid when I wake up in the morning for 20 mins or so, drink a cup of coffee or a soda, then immediately go back to sleep. You'll be much more alert in your dream state and can identify it easier.\n\nOnce you go lucid, staying asleep is the hard part. The first few times you'll probably wake up immediately, it takes some practice before you can control elements of the dream and finally the hard part (for me), changing the setting you're in.\n\nThe way to control things in a dream is to just \"know\" that it's happening (for example, just know you are flying upwards) instead of trying to \"will\" something to happen. Hope that makes sense.\n\nedit: Re: your first edit OP, dream time and real time are the same I believe. You just perceive dream time to be faster because you're able to skip elements of a dream.",
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"body": "Lucid dreaming is amazing, but it can take a lot patience and dedication to really teach yourself. It's easy to get discouraged. It can take months to get the hang of it. If you're genuinely interested, I suggest doing all you can to read up on it. [Here's an AMA of someone who taught themselves to lucid dream](http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/a0kda/ima_lucid_dreamer_meaning_ive_taught_myself_to/)\n\nIf you are really interested, I can probably try to find some good help sites I've used in the past",
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"body": "At one point I learned a ton about lucid dreaming and got really good at it. *Really* good at it. But it was not as great as it sounded.\r\n\r\nFirst, my lucid dream experiences were never as vivid as natural dream experiences. Say you're dreaming about getting stabbed, and you feel a terrible, excruciating pain, like it was really happening, and all the realistic feelings of dread and existential terror that would come with it, even though you've never felt like that in real life. Then, you realize you're dreaming. In my lucid dreams, I'd then be like \"OK, I'm going to change this bad situation to something good. Now I'm eating ice cream.\" But the ice cream wouldn't really taste realistic or good. I have no explanation for this, but it was far far more common than a vivid lucid dream.\r\n\r\nAnother thing: I started having lots and lots of false awakenings (dreaming that you woke up from a dream). Like, layers of false awakenings. Dreams in dreams in dreams in dreams. Eventually it started to freak me out and I got obsessed with doing reality tests (doing a simple check to see if you're dreaming, for me the clock test works great, clocks never look correct in my dreams)\r\n\r\nAnother thing that I find REALLY weird. Ever since my lucid dreaming experiments, which I don't really do anymore, sometimes I'm dreaming and in my dream I'll nonchalantly mention that I'm dreaming, and *think nothing of it*. Like, if I'm at a restaurant and I order a burger and they give me a live squirrel, in my dream I'll write it off as \"Oh, I'm dreaming, so that is to be expected.\" I won't wake up or experience any feeling that I should try to control my environment. The dream will just go on as usual. This may be the result of getting really good at having lucid dreams, then discontinuing active attempts to have them.\r\n\r\nI love dreams. I continue to do things to try to remember my dreams (writing them down is essential). I love how in dreams you can experience real feelings that you may never have. It's really an incredible phenomenon. But I don't attempt to control them anymore.",
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"body": "Watch Waking Life. It's a film about lucid dreaming. Most of the film is interviews about the subject. It's shot in the same way A Scanner Darkly was. \n\nIt's really really good, promise.",
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"body": "Yes, lucid dreaming is a real phenomenon, but it is hard to make it occur on demand. \n\nUsually, lucid episodes are experienced randomly, though several techniques exist that can help induce one. \n\nThe experience can vary a great deal from person to person or even dream to dream- from the dreamer simply being aware that he is dreaming, but as a passive observer to full awareness and control.\n\nThere's even an electronic device meant to induce lucid dreams: the [Nova Dreamer](http://www.lucidity.com/novadreamer.html) though I don't think it's in production anymore. You might be able to pick one up on eBay.\n\nThe device consists of an eyemask worn during sleep. The mask has sensors that touch the eyelids and several bright LED's. When the mask detects the rapid eye movement that often accompanies dreaming it flashes the LED's. The bright lights will hopefully be seen in the sleeper's dream, reminding him that he is dreaming. ",
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"body": "I can lucid dream.\n\nI have a trigger of dreaming that I'm underwater and realizing I can breathe but not drown. When this happens in the dream, I realize I'm dreaming and then have fun with it, experiencing the sensation of swimming and breathing under water.\n\nIt doesn't happen very often, but it's fun and I wake up feeling disappointed that it was only a dream.",
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"body": "I've had a few lucid dreams. They're usually an awesome experience. Most of my lucid dreams involved me realizing that I could fly or jump really high and then flying around my home town or jumping from rooftop to rooftop. \n\nI've also had a few bad experiences with lucid dreams which can be very frightening. The worst lucid dream I've ever had was when I was around 14 or 15 years old. I \"woke up\" in the dream and was laying in my bed. It was a strange experience because I truly thought that I was awake. There were many subtle details in the dream (the rattling noise the AC made, the scale of the room, the way the lighting looked) that made it feel so real. After what felt like a few minutes in the dream, I came to the realization that *something* was not right. The first thing I noticed was that it was still dark outside and that my bedroom light was still on. The second thing I noticed was that my bedroom door was cracked open a few inches, which I thought was strange since I always close my door when I go to bed. I didn't think anything of it and figured that I'd probably fallen asleep before I shut the door and turned the lights out. That's when I started fixating on the slightly open door to my bedroom. While staring through the opening into the darkness beyond, I was starting to feel very uneasy. I was looking through the opening for a long time when I realized that I was being watched. I couldn't see much of the face that was staring at me through the opening, but it was undeniably a pair of human eyes. At that point I completely freaked the fuck out and somehow manged to wake up. Only I didn't completely wake up. I woke up into the same scenario where a pair of evil eyes would eventually be staring at me through the small opening in my bedroom door. After the second time I realized that I was dreaming. I kept trying to wake myself, but I was stuck inside of this lucid dream loop where I woke up to this same situation about 4 or 5 separate times. It was extremely scary because every time I managed to wake myself, I seriously thought I just woke up from a nightmare (until the scary eyes came back into play and I realized I was still *in* the nightmare). Eventually I woke for real and was completely covered in sweat. \n\ntl;dr - I was stuck in a lucid dream loop where I would \"wake up\" still inside my nightmare.",
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"body": "I lucid dream about 80% of the time. I started doing it as a kid to avoid nightmares (especially the fucking raptors in Jurassic Park). Once I recognized a character from a movie I knew I must be dreaming, since movies are, as a rule, fiction. It really started however as more of a self-hypnosis practice when I was about 5. You might have noticed that in pitch blackness you can see small flecks of colour sort of floating in the air. I'm not sure what this affect is called, but with practice one can learn to control how the mind perceives these flecks. I can control what shapes these colour flecks arrange themselves in, making exceptionally complex patterns and sequences. However, when doing this you will experience \"random flux\"... basically unanticipated fluctuations in your planned or desired patterns which can be controlled once they appear, but which appear so frequently they necessarily direct much of the \"action\" at first. After a while of handling unanticipated fluctuations, the flow of colours will begin to fall into and naturally follow your pattern, and your control over the image increases. \n\nNow, the same is true of lucid dreaming. In a lucid dream the main plot or storyline (things like setting, major characters, and plot) are incredibly difficult to replace or change. What can be controlled can be thought of as individual scenes or motifs, and after time and practice, the larger pieces of a dream can be altered. Basically, the information flowing in is at first random, but a dreamer who realizes he is experiencing a dream can begin to handle individual scenes. The difficulty is (as you'll see when you practice with colour flecks) maintaining a lucid dream state. Upon realizing one is dreaming it's incredibly hard to keep the dream going. This is likely because having executive control over reality is daunting, no matter how gradually the degrees of that control are revealed to the dreamer.\n\nAs an aside, it also happens that I am unable to be hypnotized, and am not susceptible to perception changes from binaural sound doses. I think this is because once one has realized how to create control over chaos in an unconscious state, you refuse to lose control over consciousness in a predictable reality. ",
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"body": "One time I fell asleep with a nicotine patch on and had a lucid dream, or at least I think it was a lucid dream. I pretty much hung out in \"The Land Of the Lost\" with hot chicks and did whatever I wanted. I woke up an hour later so covered in sweat, there was a tropical rain forest under my sheets.",
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"body": "Last night, I had a brand new lucid dream experience.\n\nAfter already having slept for ten hours, I was overly rested to the point where I was tired from sleeping too much. This is one of the easiest times to lucid dream (because the line between day dreams and lightly sleeping dreams blur).\n\nAnyways, I became extremely lucid and thought, \"damn, I hope I don't wake up.\" Of course, as soon as I said it, I began waking up with my field of vision slowly returning to my room and away from the dream.\n\nBut I stopped it after my left eye woke up. That's right, from my left eye I could see my room and the real world. With my right, I was still in dream world. I blinked each eye shut just to check. It was freaking awesome.\n\nAfter a few minutes later of experimenting, I shook myself completely awake. I'll try again tonight.",
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"body": "I have had lucid dreams before. They are definitely real. I haven't been able to do it deliberately, but I also haven't really tried to. I also sometimes \"suffer\" from sleep paralysis. Those are probably my two strangest sleeping experiences. Sleep paralysis feels a lot like a lucid dream (to me anyway) except that I know I am conscious, or seem to be, but that my body is apparently unresponsive and I can't really control anything. It is hard/impossible for me to tell if I'm dreaming this or actually awake, as in if somebody came walking into the room I'd see them there just as if I were awake.\r\n\r\nI have had 2 or 3 dreams where I suddenly realized I could control what was going on and in turn that made me realize that I must be dreaming. It still didn't really feel like a dream at the time though, it felt real, probably even more real since I was experiencing more feedback from the dream than normal.\r\n",
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"body": "Lucid dreaming is real, but it can be difficult to train yourself to do it. It involves changing your daily life to include \"reality checks\" such as checking your watch or trying to breathe with your nose plugged or trying to put a finger through your hand. These habits (once they become habit) transfer to your dreams, where you can discover that you are dreaming, and invoke change.\n\nTime in a lucid dream is 1:1 compared to normal time in many cases. In an experiment, scientists [\"found that time intervals estimated in lucid dreams are very close to actual clock time\"](http://www.lucidity.com/slbbs/index.html)\n\nWhen you are asleep, your body becomes paralysed to prevent you from hurting yourself, so unless you have a sleep disorder, you don't have to worry about acting out your dreams.",
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"body": "If you want to trigger a lucid dream a good way to to flash lights regularly while awake. People don't generally have control over lighting situations in dreams- when you're awake and walk into a room turn the lights on/off/on again- make this a habit (annoying everyone you come across) and you'll start doing it in your dreams- when the lightswitches don't have an effect on lighting you'll know you're dreaming and may be able to take control. ",
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"body": "For me it started out where I realized that what was going on in my dreams was too good to be true, and that was when I would usually wake up. Eventually, there came a time where I realized I was dreaming but I stayed asleep, and that is when I noticed I could do whatever I wanted. It's the closest you can get to having magical powers. Pretty amazing.",
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"body": "Yes, lucid dreaming does exist. I've done it on many occasions.\nNormal dreams just flow, your'e not really sure what's happening and you just go with it. \nThen, there's a point in your dream when you do start to take control, you have to realize that you are in fact dreaming and your'e asleep. But this is the point when you normally wake up. \nI haven't tried the light trick to figure out if it's a dream, what I usually do is pick up a book, flip through it and try and read it. There's no words in there or it's just nonsense letters. \nThe trick is to not wake up when you figure out you're dreaming.\n\nIt is awesome when you've got the hang of it, and you can extend it. I've actually had it feel like days doing all the crazy shit I did in one dream.\n",
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"body": "I have always had lucid dreams and can't really help it. When I learned that other people spend forever actually practicing to have them I thought it was the weirdest thing because I figured that it happened to everyone. I most frequently get them if I take a midday nap or fall asleep with my regular clothes on for some reason. I've always had pretty bad sleeping problems so that might be a contributing factor, too, since I never fall fully asleep a lot of the time.\n\nStill, the in dream moment of, Oh hey, dreaming! I'm gon' FLY! is awesome every time.",
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"body": "The last time i had a lucid dream I killed a man in my sleep, when i woke up it took me two days to fully convince my self it was a dream, and only then by contacting the person i though I killed. That was a bad night",
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"body": "Lucid Dreaming is easy - here is how (read this in psychology today in the 80's) Your normal daily habits carry over to your dream world. So what you have to do is teach yourself a new habit. \n\nIn real life when you look at a street sign, let's say it says \"Main Street\". Then you look away for a few seconds and look back at it it still says \"Main Street\". \n\nHowever in a dream, when you look back it will say something like \"Metal Street\" or \"Magpie Street\". What it says is usually irrelevant, it is just your mind painting in the pseudo-landscape of your dreams to make it real.\n\nSo, in your non dream life every time you see a sign or room number - look away for 3 seconds and look back and it has not changed - say to yourself \"I am not dreaming.\" (I know this sounds cheesy, but it works.)\n\nDo this for two weeks or so, and you will form the habit. This will translate to your dreams. You will be in a dream and see a sign and look away and look back and you will notice that it changes. You then will realize that you are in fact dreaming! hello lucidity. \n\nWhat usually happens is that you will immediately wake up. However after you do this for long enough you will be able to \"take control\" of your dreams. \n\nHowever, you are still bound by the ability of your mind to function in this lucid state. It can result in some pretty bizarre things. most are cool - some are lame.\n\nHowever, I would recommend against becoming a sociopath in your dreams - as this could bleed over to your real life. If you do take this path, it may be difficult to turn back.\n\nIf you have nightmares or bad dreams, I understand this can be rather helpful to you. \n\nenjoy responsibly...",
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"body": "I started Lucid dreaming when I was a kid. It is very surreal, first Lucid dream I can remember is when I was six years old, I became conscious while still asleep and realized that what I was experiencing was not real. I then imagined myself wearing a batman uniform, jumped out the window and was flying. These dreams were extremely vivid, I would imagine feeling the wind against my face while flying through the air, I thank my lucky stars to this day that I am not a sleep walker. Since then I have lost count of the Lucid dreams I have had. At first I would wake up very quickly after realizing that I was asleep, but now I can stay within my dream word for much longer (though I don't know how long since I've never timed myself).\nI have always enjoyed this ability, and for years I thought that I was the only person who could do this. Until I went away to school I thought that people would think I was crazy if I told them that I have control over my dreams :D. \n\nOnce in a while I experienced Sleep paralysis, which is not so fun. This was even stranger and horrific at times. I grew up in a strict Christian home and thought that I was being attacked by demons. I would pray for God to save me. And this too was something that I didn't discuss with anyone. Can you imagine having such amazing and terrible experiences while being afraid of sharing them with anyone?\n\nI don't suffer from Sleep paralysis so often anymore. But it happens once in a while. It is still not a plesant experience, it is sometimes difficult to breath, and sometimes my body lays in awkward positions in which I feel that my jaw or shoulder will dislocate. I've noticed that it usually happens when I don't get enough sleep. I often take long train rides and will nod off, my head will tilt forward and I would fall asleep, but retain full consciousness, and not have control of my neck muscles and would be totally helpless for a couple of minutes. my chin would be pressed against my chest, not able to move, speak and when I woke up I would have to do something quickly (smack myself, get up and walk around, etc) to make sure that I didn't fall back asleep because more likely than not it would happen again.\n\nFor several years I was really overweight and I think my snoring (sleep apnea) may have contributed to my Sleep Paralysis because as soon as I dropped some of my weight it didn't happen as often. But who knows.",
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Please post a link to your most sacred porn image in the comments for safekeeping. | Mine's [HushX 674](http://i.imgur.com/5EGe0.jpg) because she looks uncannily like my gf and I'd love to have a threesome with the two of them. I also really like [this blonde](http://i.imgur.com/xkJDX.jpg) and would hate to lose those pics - hence the idea for this thread.
EDIT: To see all pics in this thread, paste all of the following into your URL bar:
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[one more favourite](http://imgur.com/sww0f.jpg)
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"body": "[There](http://i.imgur.com/qnJnl.jpg) \n\n[are](http://imgur.com/pYQWb.jpg) \n\n[simply](http://imgur.com/cc4vY.jpg) \n\n[too](http://imgur.com/tOMM0.jpg)\n\n[many](http://imgur.com/9uU9q.jpg)\n\n[to](http://imgur.com/8khIC.jpg)\n\n[choose](http://imgur.com/avdH8)\n\n[from](http://imgur.com/w1Sx9.jpg)\n\n[so](http://imgur.com/vGthp.jpg)\n\n[here](http://imgur.com/ebGrz.jpg)\n\n[is](http://imgur.com/Y3bzD.jpg)\n\n[a](http://imgur.com/BxQS3.jpg)\n\n[bunch](http://imgur.com/g97Km.jpg)\n\n[from](http://imgur.com/J0tuz.jpg)\n\n[my](http://imgur.com/ufuz8.jpg)\n\n[collection](http://imgur.com/tz1yZ.jpg)",
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"body": "There's such a subtle difference between art and porn. I like photos that blur that line.\n\n[1](http://imgur.com/7PkIW) - my all time favorite\n\n[2](http://imgur.com/7pkG5) - incredible\n\n[3](http://imgur.com/xImto) - just on the 'porn' side of the line\n\n[4](http://imgur.com/7xHGm) - this one is clearly porn, but it really gets me off!",
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"body": "I saw [this one](http://imgur.com/zpoRI.jpg) the other day and found it to be astonishingly sexy, despite it being more-or-less work-safe.",
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"body": "[There](http://imgur.com/UAVxb) \n[Are](http://imgur.com/avqOj) \n[Just](http://imgur.com/EUOph) \n[Way](http://imgur.com/gCPwh) \n[Too](http://imgur.com/owH4J) \n[Many](http://imgur.com/d294a) \n[To](http://imgur.com/iywwT) \n[Narrow](http://imgur.com/UEfRx) \n[It](http://imgur.com/ZDRl1) \n[Down](http://imgur.com/VNJ1s) \n[To](http://imgur.com/qYtPd) \n[One](http://imgur.com/76VBx) \n[So](http://imgur.com/afTrU) \n[Here](http://imgur.com/FOmqg) \n[Are](http://imgur.com/XBKGQ) \n[My](http://imgur.com/QjUNC) \n[Favorites](http://imgur.com/slKbh) ",
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"body": "Finally, a chance to [give](http://lebeckerotica.com/kym/images/Kym_020207_787m.jpg) [back](http://www.deepdownandkinky.co.uk/uploaded_images/2846094664_9786917d9a_o-710554.jpg) to the community.",
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"body": "I can't possibly go through my entire collection, but here's some good ones...\n\n[pink](http://imgur.com/mM3kS.jpg)\n\n[spanking it](http://imgur.com/2QbCF.jpg)\n\n[oh la la!](http://imgur.com/STQaz.jpg)\n\n[yeah!](http://apina.biz/1889.jpg)\n\n[amazing view](http://subimg.net/jpg?id=862933028)\n\n[i'm with koika](http://subimg.net/jpg?id=435400012)\n\n[plum ass](http://www.flickr.com/photos/contradiccion69/568687965/sizes/l/)\n\n[shush](http://i.imgur.com/9i52L.jpg)\n\n[captive](http://imgur.com/bCQ4L.jpg)\n\n[Kara Duhe](http://www.ronharris.com/images/models/kara_glasses_fullsize_cover.jpg)\n",
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As of Jan. 11, 2010 it has been three years since I received a kidney transplant, AMA. | I'm moving to a new apartment on Saturday so I will answer questions in between frantically packing.
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"body": "Great job staying off the hard stuff. I promise it'll get easier every day. Pretty soon you won't even remember your addiction to kidney transplants. Keep fighting the good fight!",
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"body": "Congratulations! On December 25th, 2009 I celebrated **one** year with my new liver. Talk about a Christmas present, eh? I'll do an IAMA someday.\n\n1) What immunosuppressant(s) are you currently taking? If you've been on others and had to switch, which were they and why did you switch?\n\n2) Where did you have your transplant?\n\n3) What were the reasons behind you needing a kidney transplant?\n\n4) How do you feel 3 years post-transplant?",
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"body": "How is it going so far? Good I hope.\n\nAs a person who analyze blood and urine from kidney transplant patients for uncontrolled growth of polyomavirus, I need to ask: What color is your urine? We seems to get the complete rainbow some weeks (well, I exaggerate, no blue so far)",
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Servers (waiters, waitresses, bartenders), what is the rudest thing a customer has ever done to you | So....we have given the customers the chance to explain their worst story. Lets hear from the servers now!
EDIT: Also, baristas, fast food workers, and customer service. | 665 | [
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"body": "Had a real head trip one night. It was intense. \r\n\r\nAn old man came in by himself, ordered dinner and a drink, about $30.\r\n\r\nA table of college kids came in a few tables away, ordered dinner and apps, about $150.\r\n\r\nMy service to the old guy is sharp. Professional, attentive, spot on. All is well. When I ask him how everything was, he's real curt. \"Fine.\" Nothing. Didn't even look at me.\r\n\r\nHe orders another martini (still clear and sober), and stops me. \"I want you to add those kids' bill to mine anonymously, and I want you to tell them not to pay you. Or tip you. And I want to hear you say it to them.\" Still terse, still cold.\r\n\r\nSo fine, I've been doing this for a decade, I'm cool with whatever. It's weird, but whatevers. The other table's about five feet away, across an aisle. I tell them the news, they're psyched.\r\n\r\nThe guy asks for his check, I bring it. For him: two drinks, one dish, + the other check = ~$185. He hands me a credit card, I ring him up, I bring the paperwork. I place the checkholder in front of him, thank him for coming, and begin to walk away, at which point he says \"Wait. I want you to see this.\"\r\n\r\nHe makes a big show out of signing a big ZERO on the tip line, complete with Scandinavian diagonal slash through the oval. Then looks me dead in the face, stone cold, like a cop daring you to say something smart. It had been clear that this guy was weird from the start, so I said in a sincere tone, and with proper courtesy, \"Have a nice evening, sir\", just as I would have if he'd tipped me appropriately.\r\n\r\nHe stares me in the eye for a fraction of a second, which felt much longer. He reaches into his breast pocket, pulls out a fifty, says, \"That's for you\". (I said \"Thank you.\") Gets up, puts on his cowboy hat, and walks out. Not a word to the kids whose dinner he'd just bought, not another word to me.\r\n\r\n\r\nTL;DR: Old man jerks my chain and blows $240 on a single meal and two drinks.\r\n\r\nedit: thanks for correcting me on \"nonplussed\". Learned something new today.",
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"body": "I was in college and working at McDonald's. I had long hair, and the lady called me \"ma'am\". She had a moustache, and I called her \"sir\". We both just paused, looked at each other, and went on with our days.\r\n\r\nThis caused me to grow a moustache.",
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"body": "I have dozens, but I will go with my favorite. \n\nI worked in an electronics retail store and was the sales manager. I was helping out on the sales floor when a young couple came in. The guy was probably about 6'5 and just built as can be. They were looking for a new computer, so we started talking about what they were going to use it for. The guy excuses himself to use the restroom and I keep talking to his wife. A guy in a business suit in his late 30's comes up behind me while I'm still talking, grabs my shoulder and says \"Excuse me, I need your help. Do you have 'Software X' in stock?\" I told him that I didn't think we did, but that I was in the middle of helping another customer and he could go check up front if he was in a hurry. I turn back and continue speaking with the lady I was helping.\n\n About 2 minutes later I feel someone grab my arm from behind me, twist it and start pulling me backwards. The lady I was helping had a horrified look on her face as I was getting dragged away. I finally spun myself around and realized it was the guy in the business suit dragging me over. He then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed it forward and said \"See dumbass? You have the software in stock and it's right there. I want your manager and I want you fired. \" I was too dumbfounded to speak for a second. Meanwhile I see the husband of the lady I had been helping, who was returning from the bathroom dashing towards me and the customer who had me by the back of the neck. \n\n He grabbed the guy in the business suit by both arms and whipped him around and against the wall. He put one of his massive hands on the guy's shoulder and pinned him against the wall so he couldn't move, and with his other hand pulled out his police badge. It was pretty awesome. \n\nTL;DR Just read the damn story.\n\n*Edit: Formatting",
"score": 988
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"body": "I had a family come in for their daughter's birthday with a handful of her friends. They ordered a round of drinks that I promptly brought back to the table. When I gave the father his pint of beer he requested that I bring his drink back in a frosted mug (it was in a frosted pint glass). I informed him we don't have any mugs in the house, which sent him into a rage. He called me a lying asshole, flipped the table - breaking several of the gifts - and punched the wall on the way out. This left me, the family, and all of the patrons in a state of shock. The daughter started crying and mother apologizing profusely, and said they would pay for the drinks and leave. I tried to be as graceful as I could, suggested they stay as it was still the daughter's birthday and promised the rest of the night would be great. I got somebody to bring fresh drinks, got help cleaning up the mess and took their orders. I told the kitchen and management about what happened and everybody pitched in to make the evening better. Their meals were comped and I made a dessert bonanza for the daughter. By the end of the meal, it was as if the father was never there. ",
"score": 784
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"body": "Punched me in the chest because the restaurant was crowded and his dinner took too long to get to him. I was in college. I was 21 years old and a very thin young woman at the time. I went down like a ton of bricks, dropped the tray of food I was carrying and wiped out a whole table that some other family was sitting at. Happened so fast I didn't know what happened. Several male customers charged the guy and threw him against a wall. He was arrested. The manager made sure I was okay (small beach bar/restaurant) and then set me up at the bar with free drinks. ",
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"body": "I was working as a waitress at a pizza place during high school. The manager for the store would hire mentally challenged people to wash dishes and bus tables during the weekends.\n\nOne weekend we were swamped, and things were getting a bit crazy. A woman with four or five kids was sitting close to the waitress station. It wasn't my table, but I could tell she looked angry. One of the mentally challenged workers, we'll call her jane, was walking by her as she was busing tables. The woman grabbed Jane's arm and swung her around. She yelled at her for not bringing out the appetizer, or something. I walked over to the woman told her that Jane was not one of the wait staff members, and asked what I could get for her. She then got out of her chair and screamed \"F***ing retards!\" She walked off, probably to talk to the manager.\n\nI was speechless. I felt horrible, I don't think the woman knew what she had just said. Then one of the kids (she had to have been younger than eight) told me \"Sorry about my mommy. She is mean.\" I told her \"It's not your fault\" and patted her on the head.\n\nThe woman came back to grab her kids and coat, and left the restaurant. It was busy, and unfortunately I didn't get a chance to tell the woman that her daughter was more grown up than she was.\n\n\nIt wasn't the rudest thing done to me, but it was definitely the rudest thing I have ever heard a customer say in all of my waitressing experience.\n\n\n\ntl;dr: bitchy lady called a mentally challenged person a retard, and her kid apologized for her.\n\n",
"score": 513
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"body": "Working at a sub sandwich shop with my manager one night. We had just finished cleaning everything up and my manager had his hand on the door lock when a woman desperately came running to the door screaming \"WAIT! WAAAAAAAAAIT!\" Manager gives me the most \"Ohgod I'm SO sorry\" look and lets her in. We then proceed to unwrap ALL of the sandwich making material (which involves pulling Saran wrap off of EVERYTHING, re-filling sanitation sinks to wash any dishes we dirtied, basically having to completely re-do all of our closing procedures.)\r\n\r\nWoman orders somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 sandwiches for 10 different people, and it sounded like it was for a party or something because for EACH. SEPARATE. SANDWICH. she had to talk to a different person, shouting into her cell phone and breaking into random bits of other conversation while my manager and I are sitting there trying to get information from her on what to put on the sandwiches. All in all we get her sandwiches done about 25 minutes later and wait for another 10 minutes for her to finish her fucking phone call and come up to the register to pay. OF COURSE she only had a $100 bill, which we didn't have proper change for (it now being 35 minutes after we closed) and she gets exasperated and bitchy about having to use her credit card. Finally we get everything sorted out and she gathers up her sandwiches, looks at the clock overhead and says in the most condescending voice I've ever heard: \"Don't you think you guys could have made my sandwiches a bit quicker? Now I've missed 10 minutes of (X TV show)! No tip for you!\" And walks out the door.\r\n\r\nTook us another 20 minutes or so to re-do all of our closing procedures. Manager felt so bad about being the one who let her in that he gave me the entire share of the evening's tip (usually they're split 50/50.) Still. Ugh. People like that lady make me SO GLAD I don't work food service anymore.",
"score": 490
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"body": "The cash register where we entered in the food order was situated about ten feet away from the bathroom. As I'm entering someone's order, this dude walks out of the bathroom, walks up to me, and starts wiping his hands on my arm. \"You're out of paper towels\", he says, and walks out of the restaurant. I was so shocked I couldn't even say anything before he was gone.\n\nEDIT: Yeah, I know. I really wish I had punched the guy or something. I was shocked that anyone could do that, I just stood there, mouth agape as he walked out of the restaurant. Also, his kid was there.",
"score": 397
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"body": "Alright, story time.\n\nI work at a hookah bar, and on weekends we are open until 3am. I normally have last call at 2am so my coworker and I have time to do breakdown and clean before I shut the place down. This particular Friday, we had some of our semi-regulars come in at about 2:15 and plead with us to make them a hookah. I didn't want to, but they told us they would make it worth our while(a tip, not sexual favors, unfortunately). So I took their order and made them a hookah which they sat and smoked while i started cleaning up. They had failed to tell me, however, that one of the people they brought in was: 1) really drunk, and 2) had never smoked hookah before. So this kid is sitting on the couch chiefing on a hookah to his heart's content, while I am in the back room cleaning things up. I was in the back room for maybe 10 minutes, but when I came out, they were gone, leaving a terrifying scenario in their stead. I had no idea what happened until i played back the security tapes. \n\nHere's what happened:\n\n1. Drunk dude smoked the hookah really hard. So hard, in fact, that he made himself sick. \n\n2. Drunk dude threw up all over the couch he was sitting on, on the table in front of him, and on the floor.\n\n3. Friends started to help him up, and accidently dropped him through the glass table, breaking the table AND the hookah that was sitting on it.\n\n4. The coal from the top of the hookah *somehow* landed on the couch, burning a hole straight through the couch cushion and ending up on the floor under the couch.\n\nI was flabbergasted, I had never, and have yet to this day ever seen so much destruction happen in such a short period of time. I spent at least an hour cleaning up the hellish vomit-glass mess. I haven't seen them up there since.\n\nAnd they didn't even leave a tip.",
"score": 369
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"body": "I don't really have specific stories, but my dad owns a sushi restaurant and occasionally when he's low on people, i'll come in and help out as a server. Since it's a pretty classy joint, there's plenty of really rich folks who come in and know my dad who is one of the sushi chefs behind the sushi bar.\n\nAnyhow the really rich people are typically SUPER snobby and treat the servers like dirt, while being all chummy with my dad and the other owner/chef. I got a good amount of \"hey you, get me more champagne\", no \"please\", no \"thank you\", just rude. \n\nThe most annoying part is that every time, EVERY TIME my dad mentions that I'm his son, they're demeanor does a complete 180 and now all of a sudden i'm their buddy and they've known me forever and they're always so grateful when i get them refills on their fucking champagne. It's like, fuck man. I'm not just my dad's offspring, I'm also a human being but you wouldn't be able to tell with the way these people treat others.",
"score": 359
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"body": "A family of 4 comes in, and the dad starts slamming lagers. He probably had 4 or 5 beers before they got their appetizers. The couple wasn't particularly rude to me, but were a little rough around the edges in general-- loud, blunt, not very good manners, etc. The two daughters (probably 8 and 10) were really quiet though, and I could see why pretty quickly. As the dad got more and more intoxicated, he was really touchy with the girls, made them sit on his lap, etc. They were visibly uncomfortable. I felt so terrible for them.\n\nAnyways, I bring out one of the appetizer dishes, but the other one was potato skins or something that takes a little longer to cook (which I alerted them of when they ordered). The dad gets pissed, saying that the appetizers need to come out together blah blah blah. I get what he means, but still, you have one thing to munch on (for 4 people, too), what's the big deal? The dad is yelling at me (\"This is bullshit!), pointing at me, calling me a terrible server, while the daughters and mom sort of stare at their laps. \n\nHe asks to see my manager, and I go to get her. The other waitresses on the shift have seen what's been going on with this guy, and already told my manager about the douche. My manager comes out to talk to the guy, and he is furious that there isn't a \"male boss\" available. He's spewing gems like \"Are you kidding?? I need to speak with a *man* about this, you're telling me that the only manager here is *her*?\" \n\nI've never dealt with such a creepy, sexist, insulting, crude person before. Yes, he made me cry. And I will never understand what people get out of making an 18-year-old girl cry. It was a nightmare. ",
"score": 359
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"body": "So I was working for a company that sells birthday crap and Halloween costumes as a supervisor. A lady called in and was escalated to me and literally told her kids while I was on the phone with her to get a good education so you don't end up working in customer service some day. I handled this by conducting the entire rest of the conversation in legalese and by using the highest level of vocabulary I am capable of. She wasn't exceptionally bright, as you may have gathered since she insulted someone with her credit card number and all related details, and was unable to understand what I was saying. It wasn't even too extreme, probably the most complicated term I used was 'fiduciary capacity'. She explained that she was confused by the terms I was using so I suddenly went to being extremely patronizing and asked if perhaps there was \"someone there that might be better able to understand the nuances of returning an order, like perhaps your husband or a parent? Do you have any neighbors that might be able to explain things to you, or perhaps a social worker?\" Mortified the whore in front of her kids, as she was on speaker phone. I'd also like to add that you should all get a good education so you don't end up working in customer service.",
"score": 336
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"body": "I worked in a cafe on the Jersey shore a few years ago during the summer when the \"summer people\" (aka the guidos from Staten Island) come. One of them, a nice looking woman with a horrible Staten Island accent, came in and asked me about our sandwiches. She wanted to know if they were paninis. I said that we press them on a panini grill, but the bread is just sub bread, not the kind normally used for a panini. \"So, it's like a panini?\" she said. \n\nI said yes, and when she got her sandwich, she opened it up and literally threw it at me and started screaming to speak to a manager. When he came out she told him that I had lied to her and told her it was a panini, and she refused to pay and wanted me fired. The manager just quietly told her to get out of his store. ",
"score": 324
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"body": "So this isn't quite the rudest (maybe funniest)\n\nI used to work at this cafe that had this spinach salad with a hot bacon dressing. The dressing was so repulsive looking. It came in a huge tub and it looked like a spicy, greasy, gel that we put in the microwave for about 2 minutes until it had a nice film on top. Then we give it to the customer in this side monkey bowl and they pour it on top.\n\nAnyway one day this HUUUUGGE FAT GUY (at least 400 lbs) comes in and sits at one of my tables. He orders like 3 cokes off the bat and the spinach salad with hot bacon dressing. (I guess he was on a diet)\n\nSo as I am pretty busy with other tables I try to economize time by running his dressing over about a minute before the cook puts his salad in the window. When I swing back by literally 2 minutes later to drop off the salad I notice the dressing bowl is empty. In shock I kind of just put the salad down and don't say anything. As I am walking away he screams out me full volume in the little cafe, \"Waitress--where the hell is my dressing?!?!\" and he slams his fist on the table like jabba the hut or something. \n\nI walk back over to him and I just say, \"Sir you ate it.\"\n\nHe retorts, \"I thought that was my soup!!\"\n\nI say, \"You didn't order any soup.\"\n\nHe is so angry he is turning totally red and breathing like a dragon and then he screams, \"Well bring me double that for my salad.\"\n\nI bring it and later I spy him drinking some like soup again.\n\n**TL;DR:** Fattie customer drinks his bacon salad dressing like a soup. Screams at me for not giving him dressing and then repeats drinking it like a soup.",
"score": 321
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"body": "Wow- too many stories, but this is my favorite:\n\nIn addition to years in the food service industry, I owned and ran a Bed and Breakfast in a little town in South Carolina. It was a small business- just 3 rooms, in a old farmhouse built in 1835. During the off-season ( which is late fall though mid spring), we would give away three day packages for charity events, such as auctions. We were never in charge of the money that was collected, we only looked to do a good deed and maybe get some good word of mouth. \n\nSo, a man and his wife book for a weekend in late March. They show up on Friday afternoon with their gift certificate from a charity auction, which we gladly accept. I say \" You must be Mr. and Mrs. ******..\" To which the guy responds \" It's PASTOR ******.\" ( already, I'm like- oh shit!) So, I show them their room, inform them of our policies, and explain that there will be another couple arriving that evening.\n\nThe next morning, I serve both couples breakfast, and after the other couple leaves, the pastor says to me \" I don't think it's a good idea to have more than one couple here at a time...why did you schedule us both?\" I tell him that we are just like a hotel- it can't be expected that we should only take one room at a time. He proceeds to tell me that he found out the other couple is not married, and he is bothered by the idea that we would promote \"immorality\".\n\nIt gets so much better... So, we have a huge farm with wonderful little gardens and nice spots to sit and enjoy the country. I walk out the the grounds, and I find the pastor sitting on a plastic folding chairs ( they must have brought them) right in front of the entrance to the farmhouse. I sort of just wonder about it, but I didn't say anything. Later that night, the lady from the other couple came to my door and told me that they were leaving because the pastor has blocked their entrance to the house and began to preach to them about being immoral. I apologized and offered almost everything I could think of, but this lady was really nice, and told me that the she knew it wasn't my fault, but that the weekend was ruined. I actually gave her another weekend for free, and they came back about a month later.\n\nAgain, gets better yet. The next morning, I'm getting breakfast ready, and I see the pastor putting their luggage in their car. They had another night left, so I was kind of confused. I walked out the driveway, and I said \" I think maybe there is a miscommunication- you have another night\" to which he says \" Your air conditioning is broken, so we are leaving\". I tell him that I can check on it, but it might just not be on since it's only in the 60's- in fact, the heat might be on. He looks at me and says \" no- it was too hot late night, and YOU should have known that...I want my money back!\" For SOME reason, I am still trying to keep this whole thing friendly, so I explain to him that I didn't receive any money from him, that the certificate he used was from a charity auction, so I am not even sure what he paid... to which he responded \" Well, I paid $110, and I didn't pay that to sleep in a hot room next to sinners, so you better write a check.\" OMG!!! I tell him that I will not be issuing a check, since ONE night at our regular rate is $100, so his nightly rate was less than 1/3 of that, and I didn't receive any of that money.\n\nI walk back inside, and begin to shut down making breakfast. About 5 minutes later, he comes back to the door and says\" we'll be taking our breakfast and my check now.\" I explain to him that I will be happy to put his breakfast in a box, but I am not giving him any money. They leave, and there is a letter in his room to me, telling me that he is going to be calling his lawyer.\n\nTwo weeks later, I get a package in the mail with their name on the return address. I am both scared and intrigued to open it. It's a letter from his wife, whom I didn't hear more than 2 words from during their trip, apologizing profusely for her husband's behavior, telling me that she knows I did not do anything wrong, that the room was perfectly lovely, there was no issue with the heat, and that her husband has become a fundie born again christian a few years ago, become a minister online, and since then, he had been a complete terror. She included $200 in cash, and asked that I not contact her, since she was in the middle of trying to get legally separated from him.\n\ntl;dr- Crazy fundie \"pastor\" gets cheap vacation at B&B at charity auction,then chases away other guests who paid for being immoral, and expects me to give him money back and breakfast for non-existant air conditioning problem. Wife feels back and sends letter and cash for trouble.",
"score": 293
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"body": "Working as a Valet/Bellman for a non 4 star hotel probably takes the cake for getting stiffed on tips. I can't tell you how many times I've unloaded truck/van load of luggage without even so much as a thank you. Aside from that people are pretty much on the straight and narrow when dealing with Valet as they're handing over their car to us. \n \n\nThis however is by far my worst as I could have been maimed or killed. LL Cool J was playing at the club down the street and staying in our hotel one night. I was working the mid shift when LL and his entourage returned in a limo when one of the women from the group came up to me and explained that her husband was really drunk would probably come down sometime later and try to drive. LL's group had left so I asked her last name so I would know who he was if he came down. She tells me her last name and that her husband is a big black guy and is one of LL's body guards (they were all big black guys including LL btw). I say ok figuring he wouldn't come down.\n\nA few hours go by and I had nearly forgot about it when the biggest black man I have ever seen comes stumbling through the lobby (6'5\"+/300lbs+). As soon as he opened the front doors he screams HEY VAAALET stumbles over and shoves his ticket in my face. He exclaims he really needs his car as I look for his ticket to confirm that it's the right guy as if there were any doubt. Not wanting to risk getting my ass stomped into the ground by telling him that he is to drunk to drive I take his keys and run towards the parking lot and loop back around through the bushes to a house phone on the side of the hotel to call security. \n\nI can see him through the bushes getting pissed off that it's taking so long and then start walking toward the valet lot screaming VAAALET, HEY VAAALET! I loop back around and meet him and tell him that I was sorry that I think his car is in the other lot, he then tells me GIVE ME MY MUTHAFUCKEN KEYS, I GET IT MY SELF! I tell him to wait and I'll have it right up. He was having none of this though and comes after me missing my shirt by only a few inches and almost falling on his face. I run toward the valet desk while he gives chase, luckily I was able to make it around the other side of the desk. We then proceeded to play ring around the rosie while he swatted at me across the desk with his 5ft long arms. Finally the head of security shows up alone and his eyes about poped out of his head when he sees whats going on. I think he passed some code on the radio to call the cops and manages to calm to the guy down a little bit. The guy argues with security for a few minutes while lunging at me for his keys every so often.\n\nFinally the cops come screaming in and the guy bolts for the door and then the elevators. The two cops were no match for this guy and threw one to the ground while they were trying cuff him. While the one cop was down the elevator door opens and he gets in while other cop draws his tazer. Four more cops show up while the cop with the tazer yells something at him in the elevator. He then lights him up and I hear a thud and see his feet kicking out the end of the elevator. All the cops storm in, cuff him while he is still violently resisting and drag him out. The six cops struggled to carry him like paul bearers with cuffs on and his ankles zip tied while still kicking and screaming. While being carried out to the car he sees me sitting at the valet desk with his keys still in hand and screams YOU MUTHAFUCKER and then some unintellegible words while being stuffed into the back seat. Muffled screaming continued with the door closed as he stared me down from inside. I just smiled at him at him until they drove away.\n\n**tl;dr** LL Cool J's body guard tried to kill me and got tazed and arrested as a result.",
"score": 278
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"body": "This was not done to me but my co-worker, Alan. He was waiting on a couple at the steak restaurant where we worked. Suddenly, the man stood up and was holding his throat. He was obviously choking. He started turning different colors and was in need of help. Alan began giving him the Heimlich and after several tries some steak popped out and the man could breathe again. \r\n\r\nIt was kind of a big spectacle and the customers and wait staff were shaken for a couple minutes. The wife of the choking man asked Alan to box up the uneaten portion of their meals. There was a crust of Texas toast left on the plate that apparently Alan didn't remember to include in their to-go box. The woman yelled at him for not including it and did not leave a tip.\r\n\r\n",
"score": 263
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"body": "I was working at this one restaurant when this table came in. It was a nice looking family of four. The parents ordered a sizzling fajita plate for two. When I bring out the fajitas on the iron skillet plate they were sizzling like they are supposed to be. Well, apparently that wasn't hot enough. They asked me to go back and make them hotter. So I take it back to the kitchen where the kitchen manager decides to pull out a damn blow torch. (why we needed or had this thing is beyond me) He proceeds to heat the iron skillet up to burning red then throws the fajitas back on the skillet and sends me back out with them to the table. Well, the father at the table was not very pleased with the profuse amounts of smoke billowing from the plate on his table and decided to throw the thing at me. Luckily he had bad aim, missed and just broke a window. The manager got his information and was told to get out and we would be contacting him about replacement of the window he broke. ",
"score": 254
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"body": "These three girls came in a few hours before our dining area closed. They were all in their 20 somethings, and looked really prissy.I take my job pretty seriously, and despite the fact that I had just finished a long day, I toiled for a good two hours getting them drinks and food. I was very kind to them, tried to crack a few jokes, and make them feel at home.\nIt was rearing down to the last half hour, and I let the girls (all drunk) know that our dining area was closing, and they could feel free to move to the bar. Half an hour later, I realized that they had no intention of doing so, so as the cook left and the lights were dimmed, it was just me watching these girls, and bringing them drinks. At this point it was about 11:30 and I was tired, but we are expected to stay and serve until the last group lets out. At about this time, the three girls are joined by their two friends at separate times, who promptly order drinks despite the fact that we had already closed the dining area.\n\nSo the girls finally call me over and let me know they are ready to pay. They had a bill of around 50+ dollars and paid with a credit card. When I got the receipt back from them, next to the tip was written $0.45. I was so furious I wanted to smack them all. I had no idea why they would treat me that way all night, only to give me a clear and direct FUCK YOU.\nI expect that kind of thing from kids who only have a few quarters in their pockets, but I don't expect that kind of behavior from 5 20 somethings with credit cards and designer purses.",
"score": 248
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"body": "Not a waitress, but I served coffee for 8 years in various establishments, which taught me that coffee is a serious addiction. I began to feel dirty, especially in the morning, because the customers that came in so obviously needed their fix, and were total assholes until the coffee kicked in. Customers that yelled at me at the till would smile and wish me a good day on the way out. \n\ntl;dr Customers are assholes until you give them their drugs. ",
"score": 239
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"body": "Ok, love this experience. I was working in the lumber department at Builder's Square, a now defunct home improvement chain. I was all of 18 or 19 years old.\n\nAnyway, if any of you have had experience lifting a solid-core front door, you know that they are pretty damn heavy. I was on the second story rack standing on the forklift forks, trying to man-handle one of these doors out of the rack and bring down to the floor level for a customer.\n\nAbout the time I have this door half-way out of the rack, precariously maneuvering it onto the forks, a little old lady walks up and asks sweetly, \"Excuse me, sir! Can you point me to the plumbing section?\" I replied with (grunting because the door was heavy), \"One moment, ma'am. Let me get this door down and I'll show you.\"\n\nHer response? \"You fucking idiots never have a fucking product labeled right! I'm tired of this store's shit! Way too fucking expensive, too!\" I'm frozen, staring at her with my mouth agape. The original customer I was helping actually put his hands over his sons ears.\n\nJekyll and Hyde personified.\n\nBut, hooray for perfect timing! Right when the old biddy started her tirade, my manager happened to have walked by. He stopped, walked right up to the lady, and said \"I don't care who you are, but no one deserves to be talked to like that. Leave the store NOW.\"\n\ntl;dr: Old grandma went bitch and then got kicked out of store.",
"score": 224
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"body": "1. Had an old guy spit out the soup and tell me he had thicker soup in the concentration camp. I worked at a Japanese steakhouse, and the soup is just beef broth meant to cleanse your palate before the meal.\n\n2. Multiple times had the Sunday post-Church brunch crowd tell me I was going to Hell for working on a Sunday (and it never occurred to them that I wouldn't HAVE to work on Sunday if not for them), and proceed to leave me Bible tracts instead of money as tips.",
"score": 204
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"body": "I was standing in front of the table, taking their order and a drunk guy sitting closest to me reached out and grabbed my boob. I dashed away from the table looking for my manager, who I found moments later listening to the drunk guy complain about how I wasn't friendly. \nFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU\n\n",
"score": 195
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"body": "I was waiting tables at a popular steakhouse in the south when a 6 top was seated in my section. There was an older couple sitting nearest me and two younger couples. I got everyone's order and when I was taking the older gentleman's order, he requested an 8 oz. prime rib. I asked him how he would like it cooked and he stated, \"I want it your color.\" His wife gleefully laughed as if it was the joke of the century but I was taken a bit aback. My immediate response was, \"So you don't want any pink on it?\" I informed my manager of this racist remark and he asked if I wanted to kick them all out. I told him that I would bite the bullet this time, but I wasn't too happy to be serving anyone that would think that was an acceptable answer. I believe they knew they offended me because they ended up leaving me a 30% tip an their tab was over $100. I still felt a little dirty when I smiled at them, but I know taking the high road was the best road... in this case.",
"score": 173
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"body": "I used to work in a deli. I live in California, so there are a lot of Hispanics in service jobs. It was basically me and one other white guy and a fair number of Mexicans and Puerto Ricans. It was kind of in a rich, white community, so on occasion I'd see stuff like the following:\n\nThis one guy came in who, I think, fancied himself a really nice person. He told the Mexican deli clerk next to me that he wanted \"three quarters of the lasagna plate\". Well, Mario's English was pretty damn perfect, and he was a pretty smart guy. Like any competent person would, he takes the serving spatula and marks off three quarters of the lasagna dish for the guy. \"Is this okay?\" he asks.\n\nThe customer seems troubled: \"That's one quarter. I asked for three quarters.\" \n\nMario (not moving): \"...yes, sir. Three quarters.\"\n\nCustomer (now using fingers to show numbers): \"No, I ordered three. Quarters. That's one quarter.\"\n\nMario, now realizing the customer is a) an idiot and b) assumes the people behind the counter are as stupid as he is, moves the spatula over, now marking off three quarters from the other side of the dish. \"Is this okay, sir?\"\n\nCustomer: \"Yes, that's better.\"\n\nMario and I exchanged eye-rolls later.",
"score": 154
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"body": "I was called into work one day because they were so busy and needed help badly, so I went in the clothes I was wearing at home (stupidly not thinking about my nice jeans and shirt). When I arrived, they handed me a fistful of tickets for people who needed drinks and icecream. I immediately started drilling through the list getting everything as fast as I could so I could go back home. I took this set of shakes out to a family, and upon giving her the shake she asked for (Milky, liquidy shake, nonetheless) she throws a fit and totally rages. She pulled the lid off the cup and threw the shake all over me. I had caramel, hot fudge, milk and ice cream all over me.\r\n\r\nI will never do food service ever again because of this woman.",
"score": 153
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"body": "I worked at a Laser Tag center in an indoor amusement park for little kids when I was a teenager. If we weren't busy then customers could start a 15 minute session right away, but if we were busy customers would have to leave their name on a list, and then I'd tell them when their session starts. Then I'd call it on the loud speaker 5 minutes before it's scheduled.\n\nSo it was a Saturday mid-day, place is packed. A gigantic black woman had a day-care group of at least 20 kids, and she was the only one watching them. She put her party's name on the list, I told her when their session will start. This time came, and her and about 5 of the kids showed up. She told me to wait for the rest of the kids to get there. 20 minutes passed, and the next group was in chairs outside the center, waiting to play. Another ten minutes passed, and there were less of the gigantic woman's children there than there were half an hour ago. I let the next group in, and told her that her group will be the first ones in once they're all together.\n\nMy manager interrupted the game I was attending to send me home. The huge black woman screamed at me for being a racist, and allowing people who scheduled the next appointment to have fun playing their game. I quit and went home.",
"score": 144
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"body": "After cutting off a drunk asshat, he reached behind the bar while I was serving someone else, when I turned around again he stabbed me with my own winekey...",
"score": 136
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"body": "I am a restaurant host. One time a lady came in, talking on her cell phone, and instead of telling me her name so I could write it down on the list, she swiped my clipboard, took out a pink pen from her purse, wrote her name on it, and then slammed it back onto my stand.\n\nTo get back at her, I sat 7 people that came in AFTER she came in before I sat her. Bitch.",
"score": 135
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"body": "A well-dressed older man and his family came in for lunch on a Sunday morning (they had obviously just gotten out of church). I (cook/manager) hear yelling, and I ask if I can help. Him: \"I want to speak to your manager!\" Me: \"You're looking at him. What can I do for you?\" Him: \"This hussy here\" - points to my waitress - \"is giving me lip and COLD FRIES. I want to speak to your MANAGER!\" Apparently I'm too young-looking to be anyone important, so he just blows his top and threatens me, \"I'm going to make you wish you'd **never been born**, you'd better watch your back back!\". Alright, buddy, simmah down. I have my waitress call the cops and throw him out. What a scene. Of course it's with a completely full house and I desperately need to get back to the food I'm cooking.\n\nWhat an asshole. Straight out of church no less, and apparently the family patriarch. Threatening me over cold fries? (The fries were fine, by the way. His taste buds probably shriveled with spite over the years.)",
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"body": "I dated a girl one time that worked at a Red Lobster in a particularly bad part of town. Most of her stories from when they had the \"Endless Shrimp\" were hilarious, as the restaurant would get packed and everyone would be super happy. But after the promo was over, she had some guy come in and try to order it at the promo price, and after telling him that it was over and in fact, they were out of shrimp at the moment, he proceeded to yell repeatedly in increasingly high volume, \"I WANT DA SKRIMP. I WANT DA SKRIMP. I WANT DA SKRIMP\" while spraying spit all over her, in a way that only an obese, poverty-stricken Red Lobster patron could do.\n",
"score": 119
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"body": "I was working at Wendy's during lunch hour. Usually I'd be on grill or fries, but this time I was on sandwiches (not my strong suit). This aggressive young businesswoman ordered a junior burger with onions, pickles, and mustard. Okay. I made that, and I was about to put in the bag when she told me I made it wrong.\n\n\"You said onions, pickles, and mustard right? That's what I made.\"\n\n\"No you didn't you made something different!\"\n\n\"Look ma'am...\"\n\nAt this point my supervisor walks by, tosses my sandwich in the trash, and rapidly makes an identical sandwich. The lady is satisfied. I learned a lesson: The customer is always right if it's lunch hour and the restaurant is packed. :/",
"score": 112
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"body": "Got pulled into some drunk guy's lap and got goosed. I had them thrown out of the restaurant. I may wait tables, but I am not a whore that some dirty, damned customer may paw at for 15%.\n\n\n\n\nAlso had a group of girls waiting for their fifth friend. When she arrived, she ordered a margarita and gave me an id that was shady as hell. Had tape all over it, broken, smeared and smudged. I couldn't even make out her face and I told her I'd have to get my manager's approval for an id that was so badly mangled. She proceeded to morph into this royal bitch, and when the manager cleared her id, she looks at me and sneers, \"You can go get my drink. Right now.\"\nAll through the ordering process, she makes these snide little comments to her friends like, \"Did she check your id for tape? Better not have an old id around here.\"\n\n\n\nI bring the cunt her margarita, and proceed to give their table this shittiest service that I was capable of. Her friends knew why they were having trouble getting refills and she apologized to me before she left, but I'm not the bigger person. I looked at her blankly, and then turned around and went to my other tables without saying a word. ",
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"body": "I once had a lady call me, as a manager of a popular restaurant, and tell me she wouldn't be back because she was served by a \"darkie\". Her waitress was Chilean. Fucking people...",
"score": 105
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"body": "Here's another:\n\nThe summer after that ice cream job my wife and I moved back to New York to do our Peace Corps interviews and paperwork. We got a scary, shady apartment in Bed Stuy. I commuted to Harlem to work in a small cafe inside of a bookstore on 125th Street. Now, the area's changing, but I was still probably the only white boy staffing the coffee counter at an African American bookstore in Harlem. Still, everyone loved me. But 125th Street has it's share of weirdos. This was my favorite: It was my last week of work. I know the place backwards and forwards and I am dying to get out. This guy who's dressed like a pimp comes in. The following exchange occurs:\n\n\"Coffee. With milk. Lots of milk\"\n\"What kind of milk? 2%? Whole? Half and Half? Skim? Soy?\"\n\"Mother's Milk\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Mother's Milk. Breast milk.\"\n\"I don't have mother's milk right now\"\n\"Oh. You gotta get some. Good for you, if you drink it as a baby, then a man should drink it, too. I get mine from my sister, just keep it around. Cereal and whatever. Lots of vitamins in titty milk, yes\"\n\"Okay. Well, I don't have any back here.\"\n\"Ah. Okay. 2% is fine\"\n\nAnd off he went, happy as a clam. ",
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"body": "When I (a female) used to work in a camera store years ago, I had customers who would listen to my assessment of their camera's problems and then ask to speak to a male salesperson instead... who would then tell them exactly the same thing I said. I guess it's just easier to believe a man knows how cameras work than a silly little woman.\n\nEdit: in my early 20s I worked as a housekeeping attendant in a fancy-pants resort. One of my friends was scheduled to clean a room with two bathrooms. It was not a 'checkout room', so the same guests were staying from one day to the next.\n\nUnfortunately, my friend forgot to clean the tub in one of the bathrooms. \n\nWell, the guests went ballistic and trashed the room. The hotel manager *apologized to them*, literally sent them a fruit basket, and harshly reprimanded my friend. \n\n(Remember that the room had *not* changed occupants that day.)\n\nMy friend was a bit high-strung and she couldn't cope with any of this, so I went in and cleaned the room for her. They had broken the remote controls for the TV, thrown stuff everywhere, overturned furniture, and *smeared shit and food on the walls and floor.*",
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"body": "Sorry for hijacking, but another thread seems overkill, and this one really fits my question:\n\nBeing Danish(europe), we never pay the waiting staff at restaurants/bars tips. It's all included in the price, and they actually get paid a decent wage for their work, so I guess everyone's happy.\n\nWhen I'm abroad though, I constantly forget to leave tips. Having seen some of your reactions to customers who didn't or left too small a tip, I'm starting to fear I might have caused a great deal of misery with all you serving people. I offer my sincerest apologies, and a virtual handkerchief for you to dry your eyes.\n\nAnyway; do you distinguish between foreigners who don't know the national/regional customs of establishments and locals, or do you just not give a hoot?",
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"body": "A family of five came into the chain Italian restaurant where I worked while in college. After appetizers, some wine and food, they had a relatively hefty bill (for this place, any way.)\n\nWhen I brought the bill, the wife took it and paid in cash, leaving me a tip of $3 and some change on a $80 bill. The service was good, so I was pretty angry about the tip.\n\nA minute later I noticed the husband and kids standing by the front door, waiting for the wife to use the restroom. I walked up to the man and said \"Excuse me sir, you forgot your change,\" and held out the $3.\n\nThe husband looked at me, says \"Is that all that bitch left you?\" He then reached in his pocket, pulled out $30 and said \"There you go, sorry about that.\"\n\ntl;dr: Wife left me a shitty tip, husband called her a bitch, hooked me up.",
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"body": "This isn't something I experienced (I have worked food service) but something a Friend of mine witnessed. He was out with a fairly wealthy friend of his, at a very nice restaurant. They had a full meal, drinks, dessert, coffee, etc, and in the end the bill was pretty high. His friend didn't approve of the level of service he got from the wait staff, so when the bill came he paid it with his credit card and left no tip. He did however place 9 pennies on the table.\n\nWhen the waiter came back to pick up the check, he saw the pennies stacked there and asked what they were for. The friend responded \"That's your tip, because you aren't worth a dime\".\n\n",
"score": 85
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"body": " This didnt happen to me, nor did I witness it, but before my current manager worked at my restaurant he worked at steak house or something. Anyway, one day a few people came in to eat, and didn't pay. This obviously happens relatively often, but anyway the waitress not wanting to have to pay the bill herself went outside to chase the customers down, but they were in their car already and sped off, hitting her and killing her. To this day he gets mad at us if we try to chase down any customers. \n\nedit. ",
"score": 85
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"body": "as a waiter... bunch of 10yr old spoiled brats kept on calling us \"servants\" and \"slaves\", and would come up to us and order to us to shit like clean their shoes, do their laundry and whatnot. We just ignored them, while their parents thought it was the cutest thing. Always be nice to the people who handle your food. You may not taste the spit between your burger and the cheese, but I can guarantee you its there.",
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"body": "Not necessarily rude, but definitely uncomfortable customer....\n\nHe's been my customer for about half a year now and has gotten more and more attached to me over time. A few months ago he started watching me-for hours at time-as I worked. Finally, he'd walk over to me and tell how beautiful I am and ask about my love life. I decided to transfer to another store when he started asking me to come over to his place for the weekend because he'd be \"alone\"(this guy is at least 30 years older than me.) When he found out I was leaving, he grabbed my hair and started to cry.\n\nLast night was my first night back to that store.... this guy went fucking crazy. He must've sat there smiling at me for half of my shift. My manager knows now and my husband has the business card he gave me.",
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"body": "Wow ... this thread brought up some memories.\r\n\r\nI worked as a cashier in a home improvement store that rhymes with Comb Steep Pole. It was a cool job, and I had cool managers - until the end. \r\n\r\nOne night I found myself with a line of 5 or 6 customers, each with a sizeable order, and with no more available cashiers. I was busting my butt to get them all checked out quickly. When I got to the last person in line, I relaxed slightly, and proceeded to scan all of the items. When the lady tried to pay, she wrote out a check that had obviously been printed at home. It wasn't necessarily fake, but we had a policy to not accept computer-printed checks that had recently been re-emphasized. I told the lady such, and she threw a fit. She started yelling at me. \r\n\r\nShe told me that she had to leave because she was already 30 minutes late to pick her children up in a town that was 30 minutes away (seriously - now it was my fault that she was late!) She accused me of deliberately slowing down and scanning her items as slowly as possible. I tried to calm her down. She didn't. She was raging during all of this. She said something to me like \"Don't you know who I am? You'll never work in this town again!\" (really? REALLY? ok, lady. GO - do your thing!)\r\n\r\nShe yelled at me to get my manager because I still wouldn't accept her check. \r\n\r\nRemember when I said I had cool managers until the end?\r\n\r\nThe newer assistant manager came up, told me to accept the check. I tried to remind her of the store's policy. She then talked to the lady in front of the store for another 5 minutes or so. Yep, the lady who at this point is at least 45 minutes late for picking up her children. Poor children. \r\nAfter that, the manager comes in, gives me a look, goes back to her office and promptly comes back with a slip telling me that she's written me up. \r\n\r\nYep, we DID have cool managers, until the end. I quit not long after.",
"score": 79
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"body": "I was a waitress at a Thai restaurant, but I was born and raised in the US. This old lady wasn't my customer, but she flagged me over to her table to complain about her \"disgusting\" dinner (but she still managed to eat 99% of the food on her plate) and yelled at me for \"NOT SPEAKING AMERICAN GOOD!\"\n\nAt another restaurant, I had a group of smart-ass black high schoolers come in. One walks right up to me and says, \"Hurro. I want flry wice and moo goo gai pan!\" or some shit like that.\n\nI glare at him for a good minute before wildly crossing my arms, throwing up east-coast/west-coast signs, and replying, \"YO DAWG! Sup homie, wit whatchu wanna eat! Oh, and ching chang chong or whatever.\" His friends started laughing, but the little cock stain just walked out the door.",
"score": 76
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"body": "I work at a pizza/pasta place and I was serving a 20-something couple. The girl got really excited about what's probably our greasiest, meatiest pizza and started to order a slice, but before the words were halfway out of her mouth her boyfriend had grabbed her arm and jerked her to face him, yelling that \"women only eat pasta and salads in public\", and he would not be seen with a dyke. \n\nNot rude to me, I suppose, but absolutely terrible.",
"score": 74
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"body": "I used to work in a bagel store with some family friends of mine, one of which was this large, Italian muscled tattooed guy. He was a sweetheart, the nicest guy you'd ever meet. But he looked like a badass. Anyway, I was probably 18, and he's a couple years older than me, we're working when we see out the window this couple that we had just given food to arguing outside (we had a single table and a few chairs in front of the store).\n\nAs we're watching, trying not to interfere, we see the guy reach across the table and slap the girl in the face. I called to my friend and we both jumped across the counter and went outside. I told the guy if he has a problem to solve it quick, and if he ever hit that girl again, we would both kick the living shit out of him. My friend stood behind me with his arm crossed, giving him the death stare.\n\nThe girl said thank you, the guy left, we let her use the phone and she stayed in the store and ate lunch with us until someone came to pick her up.",
"score": 72
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"body": "I used to work at Logan's Roadhouse in Austin Texas and we kept full buckets of peanuts on the tables. One night a family came in at 11:05 (5 minutes after closing) and my manager sat them in my section. I was okay with this but I had already swept up the peanuts and cleaned my tables so I said \"I hope y'all don't mind but I've already swept the peanut's.\" The guy flipped and yelled \"What the hell you mean we ain't gettin no god-damn peanuts why the hell you think we come to this shit hole\" at which point to avoid confrontation I said \"It's not a big deal\"\nto which he replied angrily \"your fuckin right it's not.\" As I walked away he \"and bring some of them god damn buttered rolls while your at it. The night went on like this until he paid, (after my manager refused to comp his meal) but not before going off on a tangent about what a shitty server a was and even went as far as to call me a fuck-tard. On his way out he dumped the bucket on the floor, scraped the peanuts over the floor with his feet and said \"have fun cleanin that up shit-head.\" \nEasily the worst guest I ever served.",
"score": 62
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"body": "This didn't happen to me, but one night the restaurant I work at had a party of twenty five people. Their waitress worked her butt off to keep them happy. Their bill came up to two hundred and fifty dollars or something like that, but they only tipped her five dollars.",
"score": 54
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"body": "I worked at a bagel shop for about 4 years, Had to deal with the typical douchebags complaining coffee was not hot enough or service was not fast enough when there was 2 of us working and a line about 12 people long at 5 a.m. But I also had some of the best customers and when they were nice I would hook them up, free lunches, free coffee every morning, have their order ready when I saw them pull up. I used to come to work and find they had flowers delivered to me, small gifts ect...One of them even gave me a 500 tip when I told them I was going to visit Korea. ",
"score": 52
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"body": "A few years ago I worked as a game stall attendant at an amusement park. One day, while I was working at a game where you threw balls at clown faces to score points, a middle-aged dad walks up to the counter with his five-year old, and asks if there are any niggers behind the clown faces or if there are any nigger clowns he could throw at. He then made a motion toward the kid, and clearly expected me to somehow answer positively. When I didn't really answer, he tried to keep a conversation with me about how it would be better if you could throw at niggers because they deserved it. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I mostly ignored him to avoid causing a scene (I clearly stated that I disagreed with him though). Poor kid, growing up with a dad like that.\n\nThis was in Scandinavia, and open racism like this is really frowned upon, and I've rarely encountered it from strangers.\n\n(I guess it's not the rudest thing in the world, at game stalls you get rather immune to people being rude and insulting you when they lose, but the racism kinda threw me.) ",
"score": 52
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"body": "My mother threw a shake across a McDonald's counter once. She wanted a small shake for my brother but they were out of small cups, so they put a small shake in a bigger cup and seeing as my mother is a total psychopath, this warranted throwing it at the people who gave it to her. She also insults every single server's intelligence who serves her, is racist if the situation permits, and is the ultimate living hell of every server. I would like to apologize to all servers and waitstaff on behalf of my mother. And she wonders why I don't answer her calls for months at a time.",
"score": 52
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"body": "I was managing an upscale steakhouse in a resort town. This... couple... came in; they'd been there before, and we knew they were trouble. \"Mike and Pam\" were lowlife rednecks living off inheritance money. Everyone knew this; they made sure of that.\n\nThey come in, we seat them at a deuce, but no one wants the table; I put up the offer: whoever works the table gets out of doing their closing checklist. Steven, my best waiter, takes the deal.\n\nNothing happened during the meal; they spent about $180 between the two of them. Steven dropped the check, picked up the credit card a few minutes later, and ran it. The couple signed off, and left.\n\nSteven showed me the credit card receipt. Above the signature line, where says, \"Tip\", the guy wrote, \"YO MAMA!\"\n\nI congratulated Steven on doing such a good job with a shitty customer, took a copy of the receipt, framed it, and hung it on the office door with a note that said, \"Congrats, Steven! You win the Biggest Dickhead Customer Award!\"\n\nFast forward a week. Pam and Mike come in again, put their name on the list, and have a seat at the bar. Danny, the bartender (a BIG guy), comes back and informs me. I tell him to let them know, in no uncertain terms, that they are not welcome at our restaurant, and to get their asses out now.\n\nI watch, as Danny says his words, the guy turns two shades lighter while his wife gets this \"O\" look of shock on her face.\n\nThey walked out, and were never seen again.\n\n**tl;dr** sometimes managers side with the server when it comes to asshole customers.",
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"body": "I served a customer who was so placid and nice, she was having a conversation with another girl and took the drinks a little too far away from the pub. I had to go and let them know our license didn't permit them to drink our drinks on the benches they were sat on and that they had to come back to the pub and sit on the seating we'd provided. One of them was crying a little and they both apologised and said they'd come over promptly.\n\nSo they don't... I go back out and take the CCTV-Radio just to make them aware that if they didn't come back to the pub this time I'd have to let the local CCTV know, so they knew I'd done my part in terms of ensuring I'd done what I could to enforce the rules and the liability was no longer mine. The lady crying this time is a little angrier, swears at me and tells me she's \"Fucking coming now\"... I thanked her and went back into the pub and carried on serving.\n\nShe charges in, screams obscenities - none of which I can remember - and throws her empty glass at me as hard as I thinks she possibly could. Fortunately for me it hit a beer pump, shattered into more pieces than I thought possible and covered me, the other staff member and a few customers around too. I mean, if that hadn't have hit the pump, that would've hit my head - christ knows the damage it would've caused.\n\nSo I get some cuts, so do a few customers. I inform CCTV of what happened and she's seen getting into a taxi. No further action gets taken.",
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"body": "There were two homosexuals who worked at a Cracker Barrel with me. Just for some background, this takes place in the deep South. None of the staff had any problem with them; they were just normal guys who happened to be sexually attracted to other men. The managers were sorta bigots, though, and didn't like them. \n\nOne day two regulars come in to eat. These regulars were notorious for asking for a million things before the meal even got there. Every single time: extra napkins, a cupful of whole milk for their coffee, a cup of hot water to wash the silverware in, and a fresh pot of coffee delivered and left at their table (which normally wasn't allowed), etc. So they were annoying, but at least they tipped decently. \n\nSo one of the gay guys, let's call him Jeff, accidentally tells the regulars something about his boyfriend. They go ballistic and ask him if he's gay. He says yes. One of these two regulars, a man, grabs Jeff's hand and forces him to sit at the table. They proceed to lecture Jeff for about a half hour about how he was going to hell for eternity. I'm watching this from another dining room, not really in a place to help (we were incredibly busy), so I get my girlfriend to help Jeff cover his tables, because everytime Jeff said he had to go, the man would grab his arm and physically force him to stay there. Jeff's short, and the man was physically imposing, so it wasn't hard to keep Jeff sitting down. Almost like kidnapping. \n\nObviously, the best thing to do in this situation is to go get a manager. Once I did, though, the manager simply said something like \"well, Jeff needs to hear this stuff anyway\" and refused to do anything about it. Fucker. Eventually, after about a half hour, once the regulars realized they couldn't convince Jeff to give up his \"sinful\" ways, they said, \"Well, we're going to need back every tip we ever gave you. It's okay if you can't remember exactly how much, just give us back an approximate amount. I think $200 should cover it. We can't be supporting the gays.\" \n\nNeedless to say, Jeff refused to give back the tips, and was finally able to leave and wait on his other tables. The regulars left, but nothing was done to them, and they still come back every once in a while. They never ask for Jeff. ",
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"body": "I was working at Great America, an amusement park, as a teenager. I worked in a little hamburger joint and we had a recurring problem with black kids who would A) buy a hamburger and then eat 95% of it, then return and demand their money back because it didn't taste good.. Or B) They would go to a table of some recently departed diner and swipe that remnants of whatever they had been eating, only to walk to the counter and demand a refund as if they had purchased it. So bold they wouldn't even care if I saw them doing this.\n\nI was the manager there and I refused to play their game. I stood through a racism tirade, but refused to budge. They eventually gave up and walked away once they understood it wasn't gonna work. And of course they never went over my head because I think deep down they knew they were being dishonest.\n\nAnd why did I mention that it was only black kids? Because it was ONLY BLACK KIDS. Hard to stay open minded about racism when people don't represent themselves properly.",
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"body": "I used to work third shift (10:00 P.M. to 4:00 A.M.) Friday and Saturday nights in Kenosha Wisconsin which has the most bars per capita of any city in the U.S. I have several tattoos, one being on my chest, and this guy comes in with his girlfriend. I walk up to the table to get their drink orders and he notices the tattoo on my chest sits up and proceeds to try and rip my shirt open! It was a button down shirt and I had nothing on underneath it so I jumped back and told him if he touched me again he would be out of there. Lets say I stood about five feet back from that table for the rest of the night.",
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"body": "I was once bartending at a busy high-volume college bar in the midwest and had a kid start to pass out at one of the tables. This is a big no-no in our bar. Too many college kids drinking themselves into oblivion. I start barking at his friends to get him on his feet and out the door. Right as I announce this the kid suddenly lurches and pukes his guts out into an empty beer pitcher he has been clutching in his hands. And again into the pitcher. And then again in rapid succession until it is overflowing onto the table and floor. The bar grows very quiet and the crowd parts to a mix of exasperation and groans.\n\nI am livid now. LIVID! I am screaming obscenities and start to come around the bar to remove the kid myself. I can see his eyes flutter open as he begins to realize that the silence coupled with my shouting is correlating with the empty feeling in his stomach and terrible taste in his mouth. His mates are trying desperately to get him to his feet and a lot closer to the exit. Seeing my rage as I approach, one of his panicked friends decides the best defense is to toss the pitcher full of puke *directly at me* while I am busy berating the drunken kid. The plastic pitcher perfectly hit the ground at my feet, splashing the entire 44 ounces of hot beer, bits of undigested food and bile on my pants and shoes.\n\nNo college students were killed that night, but I did get to work the next five hours saturated in puke. The next day I started keeping a spare change of clothes in my car before every shift.",
"score": 43
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"body": "Not exactly relevant, but this bank president used to take prospective VP or director hires for lunch, and would surripitiously ask the maître d’ to screw-up his hire’s order, just to check his reaction.\n\nIf the guy was reasonable about it, he was hired, but not if he was a total douchebag.",
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"body": "I like stories of managers that stick up for their staff when customer behavior is egregious.\n\nMy friend B told me this story of when he waited at a really upscale restaurant on Padre Island when he was in high school. I never forgot the story.\n\nThe owner was a very exacting guy; always on the floor, watching the staff and guests like a hawk. A ballbreaker for service.\n\nOne night B was waiting, serving two couples who came in for drinks, steaks, the whole deal. When he cleared the table at the end of the meal, B found no tip. The owner was nearby and saw B's puzzlement.\n\n\"What did I do wrong here?\" B asked him.\n\n\"Nothing,\" the owner tells him. \"You gave them perfect service. I saw everything.\"\n\nThen the owner strides out into the parking lot where the a-holes are getting into a car. He asks them why they didn't tip his waiter, at which point they all start hemming and hawing and digging into their pockets in an embarrassed way.\n\n\"Forget it,\" the owner tells them. \"I'll take care of the tip. But I don't want to see you in my restaurant ever again.\" Then he goes back inside and tips B $100 cash himself.\n",
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"body": "I worked for a company that does computer gaming cases and accessories. There was a guy who claimed that one of the internal fan in one of our cases caused his motherboard to explode and basically shouted me for a refund for all the components he purchased. I was cool headed and didn't shout back and try to understand his situation as best as I can with his bad temper. He calls himself a \"computer god\" and says he knows it was somehow our fan that caused it to explode. After about half an hour of putting up with his excessive shouting, he yells at me that he's coming to our office, since he lived nearby. Another half hour later, he arrives storms into our lobby and slams his burnt up computer on our receptionist's desk. We noticed a few things...\n\n1. It was not our computer case or fan.\n2. He jammed the PCI-E power cord to the motherboard's 4 pin P4 ATX power port\n3. There were pencil shards inside the power supply\n4. I'm guessing he messed up on applying thermal paste near his CPU as there were goops of it that looked like it seeping into a few of the CPU pin ports\n\nWe attempted to explain to him that this isn't even our products, but being stubborn as he is he insists it is our products. We even pointed to him the manufacturer's website that matches the logo on his case and fan, but he still refuses to believe. After an hour or so of him shouting non-sense we had to call the police. Police arrived not too long, the guy became more quiet. The police took the guy outside to question him what was going on. The guy immediately become furious again and started shouting with complaints to the officer. After 5 minutes or so of questioning him. He talks with us and we simply showed him that this isn't our product and the officer already knew the guy is not exactly \"stable\", so the officer warns the guy to go away and not bother us anymore. The guy shouted threats with \"I'm going to sue\" \"I'm going to report to the BBB\" and much more. Eventually he drove off.\n\nAbout 2 weeks later, we get a written letter from that same guy, but we were very surprised it was an apology letter. Basically he stated some personal issues along with money troubles that caused him to be enraged.\n\nI decided to personally send him a few of our promotional give away items that we use at event shows (pens, stationary items, and other small goodies) and hand wrote a letter back to him and basically telling him to take it easy. About a few months later, the guy came back to look for me and hugged me. He later purchased a computer case and few of our accessories for his next computer in cash directly from our office.\n\nAfter a few months later, I left that company. My co-workers from that company still keeps in touch with me from time to time and they mention that same guy mentions me with high regards. I felt proud.",
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"body": "I clean up glasses in a bar that services steelworkers, hookers and generic alcoholic scum, so I've got plenty.\n\nOne notable event happened a few weeks ago in which I went to clear a guy's glass that had, you know, about 7 atoms of beer left in it. I grabbed the glass and, instead of the usual \"Oi!\" or panicked screech that people emit when they feel like they are having valuable alcohol stolen off them, he screamed \"CUNT!\".\n\nI had already moved past him and he bellowed another \"CUNT!\" as I began to turn around and return the drink to him. He was glaring, his face red, and he was clenching and unclenching his fist.\n\nAs I always do in this situation, I returned the glass to him and watched him pretend to \"drain\" the glass into his mouth even though there was nothing more that a microscopic patina of fluid left within it.\n\nWhen he held up the glass, having \"finished\" it, I pointedly turned away from him without taking it. A second later, the glass clipped my shoulder and smashed into the wall in front of me. The guy had just hurled the glass at me, full strength, for having the audacity not to grovel in response to his rudeness.\n\nThe glass shattered with incredible force against the wall in front of me and shards of glass went everywhere. It was a crowded balcony and it was an absolute miracle that no-one even got the smallest cut.\n\nSecurity wrestled him out and I was slightly disappointed to see that they sent him on his way without fucking him up half as much as he deserved.",
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"body": "Could have been rude if he wasn't such a charming motherfucker:\n\nMe: What can I get you today?\n\nOlder Gay Gentleman: Well, that depends, are you a top or a bottom?\n\nI don't remember what my response was, but I wound up introducing him to the Sean Connery look-alike in the next booth. He left a good tip.",
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"body": "Worked at a small electronics retail store when I was in high school. This guy came in the day before and asked me to give him a quote for several different karaoke players...$249 and $374. I gave him both a printed and verbal price quote. He comes in the next day with his family and talks to one of my co-workers who proceeds to tell him the exact same thing I told him the day before. His eyes widen and gets into this raging fit. I was stocking CDs at the time, he points at me and shouts, \"HE SAID IT WAS 249 and 274 YESTERDAY! HOW CAN YOU FORGET THE DAMN PRICE! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU SELL MANY THINGS IN THIS DAMN STORE. I WORK AT COMCAST AND I GET MY PRICES RIGHT ALL THE TIME! IT'S NOT RIGHT!\" Even though my manager knew I could not make such a stupid mistake (the written quote receipt proved it), she still told the guy that \"people make mistakes\" and \"maybe one of us misheard each other.\" But the guy kept going on how staff should be properly trained in a store \"with so few inventory.\" At this point his wife was mouthing \"Sorry\" to my manager, but the dude just kept rambling on and pointing at me. I just stood there frozen. My manager then quietly told him to take his business elsewhere and he stormed out. ",
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"body": "Well, this is my story from when I was a cashier at Kroger...but anyway... The rudest customer I've had was this middle-age middle-class guy who comes to check out with some flowers and a card. The flowers were a little wet, and he puts both on the belt. I scan the flowers, but then as I'm about to scan the card, I notice it got a bit wet. I mention it to him, and he goes bonkers. His face literally twisted with...rage I guess. He starts yelling about how it's her birthday and what not. I didn't know what to say... I'm pretty sure my \"I'm sorry?\" in a questioning tone didn't help. In retrospect, he probably took it to mean I didn't give a shit, which I didn't...and it wasn't even my fault. He continues yelling about how he picked the \"perfect\" card and that it was the only one... I offered to draw another one for him, but he snarls and storms out.",
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"body": "This isn't really rude but it got kind of crazy. Back in High School I was delivering Pizza. Got this delivery about an hour before closing. I pull up to this house and 4 girls answer the door. They were probably 14-16. I had just turned 18 at the time. They start acting flirty with me and back then I was pretty shy so I just smiled handed them their pizza and waited for the to get their money. Well they come back with a check, no tip and one of the girls says wait let us get your tip. They come back with this huge jar of change. 3 of the girls take out a handful of change, the 4th one grabs my belt and start to pull me in the door while the other 3 are putting change into my pockets/down my shorts. I break loose from the one holding my belt and they just started grabbing at my shorts trying to put change down my pockets and shorts. They're all giggling, change is going everywhere and I hear a mans voice say what are you girls doing. One of them says nothing daddy. I freaked out, ripped there hands off of me and attempted to run back to my car, shorts falling off due to the weight of the change. I got in my car and looked back at the house. The dad was walking towards my car. Needless to say I got the fuck out of there ASAP. On the way back I called my manager, to warn him about what had just happened. He ended up having to give these people a lot of free pizza due to my supposed sexual harassment of his daughter and her friends. He also had to tell the guy I would be fired. ",
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"body": "This thread makes me so glad I quit being a waitress.\n\nI worked at a small, family-owned pizza place in the suburbs that was fairly popular. For some reason, Mother's Day was a BIG day for this place, and as a 'thank you' to the moms, we were supposed to give each mother/grandmother/special woman a rose with her dinner.\n\nThat day, I'd opened the restaurant with only one other server, two cooks, and no highchairs or tablecloths (thanks, upscale sister restaurant who \"borrowed\" them!) and by the end of my seven hour shift with no break for food, I was pretty beat. \n\nI had a table of two, no children, who seemed totally pleasant and lovely until I brought them their check.\n\nThe woman looks at me and asks why so many people have roses and I explain the whole mother's day thing. That's when she gets this look of total rage on her face,\n\nHer: \"How rude of you to assume we don't have kids!\"\n\nMe: \"...?\" (It had honestly slipped my mind to ask--I'd given roses to other women who were out without their children during the day, even if I was pretty sure they were lying about being a mom)\n\nHer: \"I can't believe you would be so horrible! I want to talk to your manager.\"\n\nAt this point, she's starting to yell pretty loudly and people are staring, so I apologize and get my manager. He tries to placate her---she starts yelling about wanting their meal comped and at this place, my boss wouldn't comp anyone's meal short of it coming out on fire or someone shitting in it, so he politely refuses and tells her he'll comp their drinks but that's about it, since I'd apologized and clearly didn't mean to be so thoughtless.\n\nAt this point, I bring her a rose and apologize again--she proceeds to throw it back at me and declare she doesn't want it, and that they're leaving and never coming back (I love this threat--usually, when people make it, we don't want to see them again anyway). She storms out, leaving the husband behind to pay the bill.\n\nHe does and leaves me no tip, pointedly telling me that I've completely ruined Mother's Day for his wife and that he hopes I'm happy being a worthless bitch, and that he's going to call the owner and tell him just what a horrible waitress I am.\n\nBeing young and unwise to the ways of the world, I spend the rest of my shift crying in the back hallway between serving tables, convinced I'm going to be fired.\n\nI wasn't fired, but I quit about six month's later--the owner was a douche who once yelled at me because I gave a quick hug to a crying co-worker, and I couldn't put up with his general dickery for shitty tips anymore.\n\n",
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"body": "If I catch a fellow customer being unruly/irrational, I will usually proceed to step in and swear or say to them what the cashier is *really* thinking (and would be fired for saying). It usually draws the attention away from the (now)miserable employee and puts the anger prone customer's attention on me. I proceed to ignore them, take my place in line, and get served with smiles by the awaiting cashier (who is usually grateful SOMEONE gave the customer a reality check). \n\nEDIT: I wish more people would do this for others, especially me when I am behind the counter. ",
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"body": "I worked in a restaurant/club style place as a bartender. Water bottles were $4.50 canadian and after the most, grossest woman in the club ordered one, downed the bottle, she demanded a refund because the water wasn't cold when infact it was in the fridge the entire time. She bitched at the manager until he gave her another waterbottle, from the same fridge. Sigh.",
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"body": "Not a server, but a nightmare customer story never-the-less\n\nI worked as an assistant service manager for a pep boys for quite a few years, and if there is ever a thankless job, that would be it.\n\nAnyways, my last half hour working with them went like this:\n\nI was running the service counter by myself, my manager and my service adviser were on lunch (it was a slow time during the day).\n\nSo, this guy comes in, white tank-top, mullet, 250lbs, storms up to the counter slightly red in the face and demanded we give him a new tire. So I asked him what was wrong with his tire and he tells me that we sold him a defective tire and the sidewall blew out.\n\nNow normally this is a serious issue and we would have to report the incidence to the manufacturer, ship them the tire so they can inspect it for the cause of defect...yadda yadda...to make sure a recall was not needed.\n\nBut before any of that I asked him for his receipt so I could check the DOT numbers. Now the receipts there are actually copies of validated work orders that have every detail I need for the tires like DOT numbers, date installed, location installed, etc.\n\nHe tells me that he does not have his receipt. Fine, I ask for his phone number so look up his receipt and printt out a copy so I could check the DOT numbers on his tires against the work orders. This is mandatory. We sell name brand tires like Goodyear and Michelin as well as Pep Boys own line so we had to verify that the defective tire was actually sold and installed by us before I could do a replacement. \n\nWell, I look him up in the computer and look though his service history 5 years back and there is no record of us ever selling him any tires...just a oil change and a basic tune up 3 years back. So I politely inform him that I was sorry but I have no record of any tire sales. At this point his face starts turning bright red. In a raised voice he tells me that he bought them from us 6 months ago and that I better give him a new fucking tire. So, for his sake I go outside with him to look at the tire, figuring if it was a brand and model we carry I would work with him on a resolution. He opens his trunk and pulls out a Dunlop tire. \n\nNow, I had been with the company for about 6 years at this point and we never carried Dunlops in stock at any time during that 6 years. We could special order them but it was not anything we would normally carry in stock. So I asked him if he special ordered them. If he did, I could look him up in the S.O. system and get an invoice that way and do a replacement or a prorate. Now he is getting frazzled, starts rocking back and forth and demands to see my manager. I tell him that my manager was on lunch but would be back in 45 minutes if he wanted to come back them to talk with him. \n\nThe guy gets in my face, literally puts his nose to mine, stares me square in the eyes and tells me, \"You will fix this issue, NOW\". At this point I am done with this customers aggressive behavior, I tell him that he can come back in 45 to talk with my boss, but I was not going to have him intimidating me in the parking lot. He jumps in front of the door blocking me from reentering the building and pushes me backwards. I trip over the curb and land square on my ass. I get back up, he grabs a hold of me, and puts me in a headlock. With all my power I pushed him backwards and into the door shattering the safety glass and forcing him to let go. I then ran around to the side of the building where the mechanics bays are with him tailing me. I run into the bay of one of our bigger mechanics, terror in my eyes. He sees the guy lumbering after me, picks up a mallet and tell the guy to stop. The guy stopped dead in his tracks and starts screaming at me about how he is going to fucking kill me. \n\nAs this is going on, someone in the store had called the police. The mechanic is trying to talk the guy down, I am standing behind the mechanic and the cops show up. Both of us are detained and interviewed after they defuse the situation. I decide to press charges. The are about to handcuff him when he asks if he can call his wife to tell her he is being arrested and that she would have to pick the kids up from school and is explaining to her what happened when all of a sudden he lets out a loud, \"Are you Fucking Kidding Me?\"\n\nTurns out that his wife misspoke about where she bought the tires, 6 months ago. It was Kost tire, not Pep Boys. \n\nHe is trying to explain the mistake to the cops and I am listening in on the conversation. The cop comes over, tells me what happened and asked me if I still wanted to press charges. I decided not to on account of hearing he has kids and his wifes screw up, but turned in my resignation as soon as my boss came back from lunch. That was the 3rd and last time I was assaulted on the job by an irate customer.\n\n",
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"body": "Used to work at Marble Slab. So a fat older woman came in right as I'm coming to lock the door. Being something of a gentleman, I greet her warmly and ask her what she'd like. She asks me how much a bunch of shit costs (which bothers me because that's what the gigantic colorful menu is for but whatever). Then, as she considers her options, she starts trying to eat a display cone. She's having a hard time because it's been out for like 3 years and has grown solid as fuck. And she's like \"Your cones are a little stale\". And I just watch her fat head as she keeps trying to eat it, coming at it from new angles, slapping her lips against it, applying leverage with her girth, and I say nothing. She finally sets it back down and wanders out, she looked more sad than angry, defeated, tormented by the fact that there were some things in this world that she could not consume. ",
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"body": "So this happened to another server at the brewhouse I waitress at. This guy had been coming in just to see her for a while, talked to her a lot, wrote her little poems and left xmas cards for her family, etc... She started getting really creeped out when he tried to give her a diamond ring, and when she wouldn't take it, he just left it in the check presenter. So after a while she decides to stop serving him and makes her big beefy bartender ex boyfriend wait on him (cool guy). The stalker dude flips out, asks to see a manager, and refuses to leave until he gets back all his stuff. So, in an effort to not call the cops, my manager asked for a list of all the stuff he had given her *that he wanted returned to him*. This is what he wrote:\n\n*One $700 diamond ring\n\n*Two poems\n\n*1 christmas card\n\n*three months\n\n\nShe only still had the ring, and gave it back happily, but had tossed the other stuff. It took us forever to figure out that the last part meant he wanted *three months of his life back*, as in the three months spent chasing her. Eventually the beefy bartender ex walked the dude to his car and \"straightened him out\", never to be heard from again.\n\n*Note: This girl did nothing extra flirty or inappropriate to warrant this dude's behavior, she's just really nice and pretty.",
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"body": "Lesson of all of these stories is thus: People would be far kinder to one another if everyone worked one Christmas Season in retail, and survived one summer off of tips.",
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"body": "I worked at a Blockbuster Video in Utah for 2 years (2007ish). It was a small store and we knew the regulars pretty well. One night we had a large group of some thug looking Tongans show up that I had never seen before. Luckily, as the manager, I had to deal with them. Then entire time they were there they were incredibly loud and obnoxious. This was also on a very busy night. It was the type of customer that before they utter a sound you know there is going to be a problem.\n\nThey cut to the front of the line to me to say they want to rent a bunch of movies. Fine. The account isn't in any of their names. Not fine, but we can work around this. None of them have any sort of ID (despite driving to BB). I inform them that to rent, especially on an account that is not theirs, they have to have some sort of valid ID. I tell them that if they want to go grab some ID I will hold their movies for them. They immediately freak out and puff out their chests looking for a fight because I was apparently racist. \n\nAs luck would have it, the CSR next to me was letting an old lady rent on her daughter's account without the old lady having any ID. The Tongans picked up on this which just set them off more. They began yelling and screaming at all of us telling us how racist we were. I inform them that the CSR made a mistake and should not have rented to the lady, but it was too late and I was not going to let them rent. After threatening to call the police, they leave the store.\n\nMinutes later, as the same CSR is pulling movies out of the drop box, the plate glass in the front of the store by the drop box shatters as glass flies all over the checkout desk. The CSR got cut up to the point where his hands were bleeding steadily. We look out the other window and see the guys piling into a truck and leaving the parking lot. At this point I begin a search and see that nothing entered the store so whatever broke the window was still outside. After getting things settled we closed the store and waited for the police. While waiting, I looked outside. It is a well-kept lawn with no rocks or loose objects out there. As far as I could tell, there still wasn't. The shape of the hole in the glass made it look like something hit it straight on, leading me to the conclusion that the guy who broke the glass more than likely did it with his fist.",
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"body": "Not so much rude, but weird.. I used to work at an ice cream shop that gave away free samples on little spoons. I would usually just scoop a little of the desired flavor and hand the spoon to the customer. Some freaks however would eat the ice cream off the spoon while I was still holding it. Like they were babies and I was feeding it to them!! It didn't bother me when kids would do it, but when grown men in their 40's would..... Awkwardddd.",
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"body": "So, I get this two top, a woman, and a person whose gender I can't quite determine. Short blond hair, baseball cap, sitting with knees as far apart as possible, very thin, sort of feminine face, but with a square jawline. I'm honestly not sure, but the person looks like a slightly effeminate teenage boy. \n\nI take the woman's order. Turn to the person of indeterminate gender, and he or she says nothing. Not a word. I ask \"and what can I get for you?\" No answer. I wait. Figure I've got a 50/50 shot. \"Sir?\"\n\nNow, she's pissed. Yep. It's a woman. And she proceeds to tell me just how awful a person I really am, and how she ought to kick my ass for that, etc. They stay for the whole meal, saying terrible things to me the whole time, and they tip six cents. In pennies.\n\nThe happy ending is that the girl I was working with that night had been into Wal-Mart earlier that week, and had been treated like crap by the very same androgynous individual. She worked in women's clothing. We went there on her next shift, and took a bunch of clothes off the hangers, and put the six pennies on her little fitting room desk. \n\nNot the most mature response, but we were 19 years old at the time.",
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"body": "A guy spit on me once because it was last call. I made sure to snap a poloroid of him for our wall of shame as the bouncers dragged him, kicking and screaming out. He came back later and apologized to the door guy, who proceeded to tell me second hand of the dickheads apology. I spit into a cup and told the bouncer to give it to him for me, and to tell him to drink up. If he didnt drink he didnt get in. No he didnt drink it.",
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"body": "I was a cashier at Walmart and I was working the later shift. It was around midnight and the store was pretty empty. \n\nA family came through my line, obviously Amish. The dad, the mom, and three daughters all wearing their dresses and looking very timid. They were buying a lot of groceries and the total was well over $200. \n\nWhen it was time to pay, his credit card was rejected. Upset, he asked me to try it again, so I did. No dice. At this point, the guy starts yelling at me telling me that I must me doing something wrong. \n\nMy manager, who had been watching this whole thing, steps over to the man and tries to calm him down by saying nice manager-like things to him. Well, the Amish guy wasn't having any of it and I just stood there helplessly as I watched him get even more angry to a point where he's in my manager's face screaming at him and calling us all idiots. The next thing I know, this fucking *Amish* dude punches my manager right in the face. \n\nSo they start brawling and his wife and daughters are horrified, screaming at their dad to stop, one of them crying. I can still remember my manager's glasses flying off his face at one point. Finally security comes and breaks this up and holds the guy down until he's tired of fighting. The cops showed up not too long after, but I'm unsure what happened to him. All I know is that a stocker had to come and put all of those groceries away. \n\nI still can't believe it, as that whole incident just contradicts everything I thought I understood about the Amish. ",
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"body": "I got punched in the nose by a girl whom I refused service for being underage.... was carrying 4 shots of tequila at the time.. managed to keep from spilling a drop even though my nose was broken. ",
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"body": "Oh man this thread has so many things I could put from seven years in Los Angeles area food service, from a large lemonade \"fire-in-the-hole\" in the drive-thru at In-N-Out, to shenanigans from rich people in a high class steakhouse in upscale Westlake Village...\n\n.... but the time I met Tiger Woods takes the cake. And with current tabloid fodder, this couldn't be a better story.\n\nI was managing a Subway shop with my younger brother as the other employee on the clock, on an evening in December six or seven years ago.\n\nIt is 10 minutes to closing, and in this area people go to bed early. A black SUV pulls up in the strip mall we are located in, a couple gets out of it and approaches the store. Like the other sandwich shop post in this thread, this means all the closing procedures we've already completed are about to be null and void.\n\nHOLYSHITITSTIGERWOODS!\n\nI remove the disbelief after remembering the high class golf tournament at the Sherwood Country Club that was underway, and I'm one of the few food places between the major 101 freeway and the massive houses and plots of land (and thus the country club). This explains why he's -OKAY LOOK SHARP.\n\nI will never forget the following sequence of events: He walks in with Elin (thanks to current events, I will never forget her name). Tiger proceeds to order a 6\" Steak and Cheese sandwich on white. I don't know how many of you have worked at a Subway, but the \"steak and green peppers mix\" sits in a container in hot water ALL SHIFT. This is at CLOSING. I shake my head no, but don't move or say a word. He repeats his order, and I raise my eyebrows, and make his sandwich. I treat him like I would any other customer - ask him how his evening is going, etc. - and finish his order. I make a veggie footlong for Elin who is curt and precise as to what she wants, but nothing extraordinary.\n\nAs I am preparing to cut her sandwich, there is loud banging on the windows and a group of frat-boy lookin guys is yellin \"OH MY GOD ITS TIGER WOODS\" - and Tiger jumps back about a foot. Elin doesn't miss a beat, looks at the guys out the window, looks back at Tiger and says \"Your friends can be SO immature sometimes.\" Tiger chuckles and these guys come in the shop and start high fiving Tiger.\n\nMy brother was taking out the trash as this all started, and has come back inside and is now in shock at the scene inside this normally sleepy shop.\n\nI wrap everything up and tell Tiger the total, and he pays with a credit card, and after signing the slip he then pulls out a $20 bill. We don't have a tip jar at this store. Elin comes up and takes the bag with sandwiches, and in the same motion, SWATS TIGER'S HAND WITH THE $20, and proceeds to snap at him \"They don't need that, they need to learn hard work and perseverance. Handouts won't teach them that.\" and glares at me. Tiger looks embarassed, and puts the twenty away.\n\nTotal shock. Not only did I just meet Tiger Woods, but just watched this woman who is NOT YET HIS WIFE act like a complete cunt.\n\nTiger's friends are kinda chuckling but kind like \"WTF!\" and she takes Tiger's hand and walks out the door with him and the friends follow - I REALLY wanted to yell DON'T MARRY HER, THIS IS ONLY THE START, but at the time I didn't have the balls to.\n\nMy brother and I closed up the store and laughed the whole way home. The store owner would not give us a copy of the store security tape. Jerk.\n\nNow with all the media frenzy, I can only sympathize with Tiger. I don't blame him. I don't fault her, but she is far from innocent. I saw the tip of the iceberg, and it has been weird watching the Titanic sink.\n\nTL;DR I met Tiger Woods when I was a lowly Subway employee. Made sandwiches for him and his future wife. She was completely mean to him while being passive aggressive with me. I wish I would have told him to RUN, as it may have saved him from everything that's happening now.",
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"body": "Working as a Barista in an Internet cafe, I have had to kick out homeless customers that purchase a small coffee, sit down, relax, start drinking their coffee and proceed to make theirself some special cream ",
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"body": "When I was 17, I worked at Ruby Tuesday. One night we were busy and all of my tables got sat at the same time. I was trying so hard, but the service probably wasn't the best (the best that I could do on my own, but still). \n\nThere was a table of 2 men who left me a penny and a note that said \"You didn't even deserve this\" with a big arrow pointing at it. 14 years later and this shit still bugs me. It'd be one thing if I had been out smoking or playing trashcan basketball but I was busting my tired little ass and clearly had my hands full. I would've rather they had left nothing.",
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"body": "I had a customer that was new in the town I lived in growing up. He had just moved in because he was opening a brewery. He seemed to be rubbing all the locals wrong and had quickly earned a reputation as a chump asshole. \n\nAnyway, I waited on him and his wife and when I brought his card back to the table he said \"Be sure to tip really well when you come to my brewery!\" and proceeded to leave a 10% tip for this poor college student who wasn't old enough to drink...\n\n(edit: I am no longer a poor college student, or a food server. That was back in 2003)",
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"body": "It didn't happen to me, but I did witness it first hand.\n\nMy roommate and I both waited tables & tended bar. One afternoon, she invited me to her establishment, so we could catch up as we'd been working different shifts and had barely seen each other. Sitting in the table next to me was a huge local celebrity (star tight end for the local NFL team) and his entourage of friends and hangers on.\n\nThey took up a HUGE portion of my roomies section, kept ordering food and drinks to the point where the remaining wait staff had to cover her other tables.\n\nAfter running her ragged and getting some really great service (she was a top notch server, always friendly, and with a smile, called regular customers by name, that sort of thing), they finished the $500 tab with a $3 tip.\n\nWhen she found it on the table after they'd all cleared out, she burst into tears right there. ",
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"body": "Ok, sorry to be a bit off topic, but this was definitely the craziest thing I've ever seen happen, and I had been a waiter for about 5 years or so. This one night, I was training at this new place, and my friend was busy, so I greet his table, and it's this nice older lady and this black man. Anyhow we get to talking a bit, then my friend comes over and takes over. About 40 minutes later, he comes to me in shock, I'm like wtf, are you ok, what's wrong man? He's like she just left me an $1,000 tip, and shows me the paper. At the point, I'm like OMGWTFBBQ. So we go over and start talking to her, and she starts talking about how she has cancer, a few months to live, and money, but with no real family, and she was very taken by my friend and how generous and nice he was on even a busy night, and she wanted to \"spread the wealth\" since she would have no need for it soon anyhow. But yeah, insanely crazy night, my friend was almost in tears, he had needed money bad, to the point where he wasn't able to visit his family for Christmas because of lack of money for a plane ticket.\n\ntl;dr\n\nMy friend got an $1000 tip, and it was legit.",
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"body": "When I was a kid I worked at a local grocery store. My main responsibility was to be the customers' bitch. I had to bag groceries and help people take them to their car mostly. There was this notoriously bitchy woman that would always come in our store and treat everyone like shit. One day I had to help her take out her groceries. It was pouring rain out, so she ran to her car, jumped inside and popped her trunk without saying a word to me. So I loaded up her car with groceries while getting soaking wet, and I brought the buggy back to the lock-up. I figured she had left by that point, so I pocketed the 25 cents from the buggy as I always did. \n\nAs I'm walking back into the store I hear a car horn BLARING behind me, I turn around and see the woman still parked there, honking her horn and flashing her lights like the crazy bitch she was. Once she knew she had my attention she stuck her hand out her car window with her palm facing the sky, she wanted her quarter back. So I take the quarter out of my pocket and toss the fucking thing as hard as I can right at her windshield and went back inside. \n\nI guess she left after that. I was really surprised she didn't come back inside to chew me out. She had made a few cashiers cry in the past. ",
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"body": "If a customer every leaves you a crappy tip in cash catch them before they exit the restaurant, give it back to them and say \"Excuse me Madame/Sir you forgot your change.\"",
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"body": "My husband worked for a laundromat when we were in college. One night when he was off, he got a call shortly after closing from his friend who worked there too. She had been robbed, at gun-point, in a laundromat of all places. The worst part was that when she called the boss to tell them what happened, they insisted she stay and close the place up at the usual closing time, about 2 hours later. She did. She had to make a report to the police while still serving customers - that boss was a jackass.",
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"body": "So I used to work in Papa Johns. One day, this crazy lady comes in and orders a pizza. When asked if she wanted another one for half price she flat out refused, paid, and left to go to the shop next door. 10 minutes later she's back moaning that she didn't get a second pizza and that she had definitely ordered one, which she hadn't. So I'm calmly minding my own business chopping a pizza on the table when a pizza box comes flying through the air opens up mid flight and I get a whole scalding hot pizza down my front. Fucking cunt.",
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"body": "I once got a death threat while working in McDonald's as a teenager because we had run out of sour cream and chive dip for the potato skins.\nHe was tattooed up to the eyeballs with paramilitary insignias. His exact words were,\" You are fucking dead. I'll be back with the boys and you'll be fucking dead\". I thought it was a bit of an over reaction. Nothing came of it. ",
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"body": "I worked as a DJ in a nightclub. On the night before thanksgiving I was working with another DJ. It was common on the super busy nights to have 2 DJs one to run the music and another to take requests and run lighting programs. Since it was the night before thanksgiving and this was a college town there were a lot of parents out with their kids drinking. \n\nThis guy comes up and asks to hear this really lame country song and dedicate it to his daughter, don't remember the exact one. I tell him maybe but it isn't the kind of music we usually play. As the night goes on he comes up a couple more times getting a little more agitated each time. Finally he sits with his daughter at a table about 6 feet away from the dj booth. This dude starts to stare us down hardcore by now he is looking pretty toasted too. After about 5-6 more songs he finally gets up and stomps over saying one word with each step. \"you-fuckers-are-assholes\" and ends it with a swing at my co-dj. The dude misses and topples over the top of the booth knocking us all down. Long story short cops come, daughter embarrased, dad goes to detox. All for a stupid country song. ",
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"body": "About 6 months after I graduated college, I met the woman who'd become my wife. Problem was, she was moving out to nowheresville Illinois to do her Grad Work. I quit my job and followed her. She was only there for 6 months, so I picked up the first job I found: Ice Cream salesman. I worked with a woman who had her Master's Degree. We used to joke that we were the nation's most educated ice cream scooping team.\n\nAnyway, the ice cream place was owned by this guy who owned 3 buildings in a row. One was the ice cream place, one was a failing restaurant, one was an okay bar. Above all 3 places he had offices- He made his money in scammy magazine subscription sales. \n\nAnyway, we were always open to until 12 midnight. Usually if we had more than one customer between 11 and 12, it was a lot. We'd start cleaning up, mopping and putting stuff away around 10:45/11:15. If we had to serve anything we were really careful. This was a good routine until Mr. Magazine Sales hired his new whiz kid. She was a sales genius. She was also 350 pounds and HAD TO HAVE AN ICE CREAM SUNDAE EVERY NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT. \n\nBut no mortal sundae, mind you. She would lean her entire girth over the counter and guide you through this monstrosity- One scoop of this and one scoop of that AND THAT SCOOP IS TOO SMALL I AM THE BEST SELLER AROUND HERE and how about some hot fudge and unseal those peanut butter cups and MORE PEANUT BUTTER CUPS I AM PAYING MONEY FOR THIS and on and on. She would ALWAYS come in at like 11:55. And if you told her you were closed you would get a mountain of shit from the boss the next day. \n\nUgh. F you, lady. ",
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"body": "I always thought that management is sometimes much harder to deal with than customers.\n\nI worked in a big music chain store over christimas (In the UK, if you're a brit, I'm giving it away to you). This was like a mega-store, its one of the biggest in the chain. Two floors, games, phones, computers, books, CDs, electronics, everything. Anyway they were extremely pedantic about things like checking in and out and security. I had to register my mobile phone's IMEI (At the time I was juggling 3 phones), every single day you had to find the security staff and say 'hey, look I have my laptop/ipod/book/mobile/game/DVD with me, can you sign it on the book?' (Thing is, there was nos security staff when must of us arrived. Soooo we couldnt show them the stuff and they'd get pissy about it), god forbid you were a couple of minutes late and at the end of the shift there were signing off and bag searches.\n\nSerious pain in the ass, but you know. Fair enough. It's their policy. What REALLY fucked me off though was two things:\n\n- They left all the doors wide open and the registers were all by the door. The uniform was just t-shirt and you weren't allowed to wear anything other than the store's hoodie which the cleaning staff said HAD NEVER BEEN WASHED IN 5 YEARS. And were kept in a pile in the stock room, covered in dust and shit. The people who like me worked on tills all day froze. It was so cold. I said bye bye to that and just worn my own jacket...\n\n- We would never end the shifts on time. EVER. For example, if the area you happened to be put on wasn't tidy, you'd have to tidy it despite the fact that they had staff paid to stay an extra hour to deal with this shit. Every single shift I had, finished over 30 minutes after I should have left. Plus 10 minutes for the searches. Drove me nuts. \n\nI stayed behind a few times but after a while I spoke to the supervisor: 'Look, I'm really sorry, but my shift finished 25 minutes ago. If you need extra help, I'll stay behind but can you change the rota so I get payed?'. The look she gave me nearly burnt a hole through me, I thought it was ridiculous, they did think I worked there out of kindness? She said she'd expect staff to contribute and I replied 'Half of the people still on the shop because its their shift, but this isn't mine. I finished and already stayed extra time... I will contribute in the hours I was given'. She then called me unprofessional and said she'd remember this 'if I ever needed a favour'\n\nBitch, I'm working here for a month , do fuck off. Rant over. Carry on.\n\n\n*edit:* Just realised, this was aimed at waiters, waitress, etc... Sorry :P I Dealt with customers on both of my jobs and on both of them been really really badly treated and have tales to tell....\n",
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"body": "I worked at Chuck -e- Cheese, a customer complained to me at least 4 times about their pizza because it looked undercooked. (it had pineapples on it, they always look like that when they order pineapple pizza) Then they proceeded to not do anything about their kid shitting in the tube slide(they gave him more tokens to play skee-ball), then yell at me about it. I cleared the kids out and cleaned it. By the time I was done they left. They left nearly half a pizza on the ground beneath their table smeared around. This was a typical Saturday. Parents in that place are some of the most horrifically rude people I have ever seen.",
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"body": "ATTENTION EVERYONE WHO IS A WAITER/WAITRESS:\n\nSure, your wage may be below minimum. But the company you are working for is REQUIRED BY LAW to give you at least minimum wage. Meaning, if you are tipped to at least minimum wage with them giving you $3 an hour, nothing can happen. However, if you, for example, make NO TIPS AT ALL for an entire day, the company is required to pay you at least minimum wage. If they don't, you can take them to court, and you will definitely get your money.",
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"body": "Not food related but still serving I suppose: Accused of contributing to the slow death of a terminal patient because my pharmacy ran out of their medicine. It was a prescription out of the blue for a very unusual drug. I mean shit, I do the job because I want to help people, and then get that thrown at me? I could've cried. ",
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"body": "i work at a ford dealership in the service department as a porter. one customer came in with a grand prix for an oil change. one of the mechanics (we'll call him marcus) took his car out for a test drive, which is what they are are supposed to do. while on the drive you're supposed to accelerate enough to make the car down shift. the owner of the grand prix saw this as driving too aggressively. when marcus got back to the garage the grand prix owner felt it was necessary to punch marcus in the face. needless to say the cops were called. the worst part of it though is that the grand prix owner came back a while later for another oil change, and my douchebag boss gave it too him for free. i think my boss would suck a dick if a customer complained enough ",
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"body": "This thread reminds me of that saying \"A person who is nice to you, but not to a waiter, is not a nice person\". Can't remember who to attribute it to, but there's a gem of truth there.",
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"body": "I worked at my family hotel/motel during college. It was an excellent way to gain 'regular' skills as i advanced towards my engineering degree. I preferred working nights (11pm-7am) as it allowed for me to study + get paid extra + get away with shinanigans (nevermind getting to see alll the weirdos who came out at night). \n\nAlot of times, we'd have people come in to the hotel, check out the lobby, ask to use to restroom and leave. I taught that was pretty common as it happened atleast 2-3 times a night, each night when i worked there. I taught it was normal, other fellow Caucasian colleagues argued otherwise and said they never had people come in, take alook at the place, use the restroom and leave. so whatever.\n\nOne night, one Caucasian came in, saw the lobby, saw me, approached me. Asked me \"is this placed owned by a sandnigger?\" \n\nMy jaw dropped and was baffled as I didn't know what else to say. I said 'yes, I'm the owners son\". He gave me a dirty look, tapped his credit card on the desk, put it back into his wallet and said \"i'll move on to another american owned one\" and left.\n\nNow i know why i had so many bathroom visitors during my shift. They were all looking to see if the hotel was american owned or not and moving on. ",
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"body": "During my college days I was a cashier in a grocery store. We were kind of busy and I had a line of about 3-4 people. \n\nMy next customer had a cart full of groceries. I ring him through and he attempts to pay with debit. It's declined for lack of funds. This happens often to people and it usually means taking an item or two off. \n\nI discreetly tell him he has insufficient funds. He then shrugs his shoulders and says \"Oh well I guess I don't have any money.\" and walks out. I was speechless.\n\nDue to the way the cash registers were set up I needed a manager to void of each item individually. The customers in my line were not happy at all.\n\nI mean .... who doesn't know approximately how much they have in the bank? I can understand being off by +/- $10 or so ... but that guy ... wtf?",
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"body": "I'm gonna make a new \"Waiting\" style movie and use every single story from this thread, and make millions of dollars.",
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"body": "A young couple left an interesting present with their payment.. a fresh, used, untied condom. *Shakes head",
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"body": "Sundays in a breakfast restaurant are always slammed and one morning I was the only waitress for about 15 tables. Everything was backed up but most everyone who went there knew each other and the owner so they were enjoying each others' company.\nI brought an order out that took 35 minutes to get to, because we were so packed, and something wasn't perfect about the order and the couple yelled at me for how useless I was and how the wait was too long and pretty much everything under the sun. They stormed out, leaving me with the two dishes. A table next to them asked if they could have the food as an appetizer until their order came out. I gave it to them then ran off the floor.\nI started sobbing. Mind you this was the first time anyone ever yelled at me at any job. Plus the kitchen layout was open to the floor so everyone can hear everything. The owner sent me outside to catch my breath and when I came back everyone had a nice word for me and extra tips.\nSo it wasn't so bad after all.\nTL;DR Got yelled at, the rest of my customers tipped extra.",
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"body": "I couple of months ago I had a drunk girl come into my bar. I Had recognized her a few times as being a problem. After serving her water only she proceded to pester other customers, causing them to leave. I inform her it is time to leave and she just says, \"okay\" and sits back down. I reiterate, but she refuses to comply. I walk around the bar, tell her its time to leave and politely walk her to the door. I say, \"go get some rest.\" She of course spits in my mouth. [Closest I've ever been to hitting a woman]. After I close the door she keeps trying to come back. So I call the police. After 15 minutes or so she bursts back into door and two of my colleagues immediately shuffle her out the side door where she proceeds to start crying saying she just needs to use the bathroom. We abandon her crying on the sidewalk. Five minutes later the police show up and ask where she is. The two officers and myself turn the corner only to see her with her pants down squatting on the sidewalk. She was charged with 7 various charges.",
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"body": "This was rude... I was in line at the local supermarket and it was 10+ people deep at each of the 8 registers. There were 2 registers open without a checkout person. This lady, and I use the term lightly, was about 4th in the queue and she starts yelling “we need another checkout person...this is crazy...this store has no respect for the customers” and she is yelling at the current checkout lady who is just doing her job. The screaming lady turns to me and wants me to participate...so I said loud enough for everyone to hear in our line...”I didn’t milk the cow for my sour cream, or have to bake the bread, grow the fruit, or brew the beer and this store made it easy for me to pick it up...I can wait the 5-15 minutes without becoming a jerk about it...thank you.” She didn’t say another word. ",
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"body": "i was a waitress at a pizza resturaunt. One of my customers came up to the counter to place their order and brought their kid up with them. Dad begins to place the order, his son points out that several of them want one or two slices of sicilian pizza so they should just get a tray because it's cheaper. Dad then proceeds to throw up his arms and goes on a rant about how his son thinks he knows everything and how smart he is, what i assume it mom and grandma in the back of the resturaunt ask Dad what is going on; Dad then walks to the middle of my dining room and repeats his rant again (i have several other tables at this time all of which have stopped eating and are watching this) at the end of his rant he tells his son if hes so smart then he can place the order. So the son this time quite embarassed and almost in tears (he's probably around 11/12) goes on to place the order. Dad finally comes back up to the counter and the son ask what else they need Dad retorts idk because idk what you've order. Son tells Dad; Dad says i want this too, I have to tell DAd taht we are out of whatever it was and Dad throws another fit and yells we're not eating here. I felt so bad for the son because he was probably one of the most polite (suprising because of what he lives with) youth i had encountered in my 5.5 years of my pizza job. This whole event actually made me change my career goals, I switch from an Education major to a Sociology major because kids like that are going to be overlooked by teacher and needs someone there for them. ",
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"body": "This didn't happen to me, but once at a bar I saw a guy put a napkin on top of an almost full pint glass of beer and flip it over really quickly, then slowly remove the napkin and run out. \n\nIt left an upside down pint glass which had to be spilled all over the place to be moved or cleaned up. The waitress told me it's because they didn't have chicken wings or something stupid like that and that the guy tipped ten cents.",
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"body": "I was a server for a BBQ joint for years. One afternoon a bus load of little league baseball players came in with their parents - roughly 40 individuals. They were assigned to me and took up my entire section. They ordered expensive meals, absolutely trashed the tables, stuck around for 2 hours and further ruined my life by all wanting separate checks. They stiffed me on the tip.",
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"body": "I worked in a grocery store in a pretty busy plaza a while back. One time a lady from a store across the street came in on her break and asked for a sub. She told me exactly how she wanted it so I got to work on it. When I put mayo on the bread she told me I wasn't doing it the right way and ended up making me go through two loaves of bread until she had it right. Then I went to slice up her meats and came back and laid it upon the bread and she asked \"are you a fucking idiot, that's not what I wanted!\" when it was. I made the rest of the sandwich in silence while she kept snapping at me about how slow I was and how she needed to get back... it only took me five minutes. \n\nAfter my shift was over I went in and complained to her manager by telling him she treated me like shit in his store and refused to answer any questions nicely. I never saw her after that.\n\nI have another good one. A few weeks later in the same grocery store a co-worker in another department came up to me and asked for a grilled cheese sandwich. Now note, I had only been in this department a few shifts and didn't know much, so I made her sandwich and asked someone how to ring up the sandwich, cause those orders are rare. \n\nShe came back ten seconds after I gave her the sandwich and told me it was wrong. It was a horrible sandwich. I asked what was wrong with it. She told me not enough cheese and it was horrible. She asked if I was retarded cause that's not how you make one. I proceeded to slice four inches of cheese and put them on a whole new sandwich, gave it to her and told her to fuck off.\n\nShe won't even look me in the eye.",
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"body": "Well, this was a scam so I don't know if it qualifies. Family with kids comes in, order a lot of food and drink and are very friendly, chumming it up with me. As I recall I was the only one working in this small pizza joint. Bill time comes, and the man says \"oh, the owner and I are old friends; just put it on my tab.\" I told I couldn't do that but he kept insisting it was fine, right as they, still being completely cheerful and friendly, walked out the door. The owner came in a little later and I told him all about it, and he just shrugged and wrote it off. ",
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"body": "A dude after being charged $3 for an organic soda had his wife come up to me and scream obscenities at me for like ten to fifteen minutes for the price of the soda (in new york city mind you), and then I kindly asked them to leave. The man got up and had his fifteen minute share, and they both exited. assholes..",
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"body": "I was working at a pizza place waiting tables. A guy came in with about 4 young children, maybe 3-6 years old. Throughout the dinner he would smack around any kid that got on his nerves, pretty hard too. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to get into an argument about it being not my place to tell someone how to raise their kids, etc etc. \n\nThey finished their food and were getting up to leave. All the kids looked physically hurt, and they were all balling, he says to them \"Just you wait til I tell your parents how much you were acting up at dinner.\"\n\nnot even his kids...",
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"body": "I worked a long shift of 13 hours, catering to more than 6000 people, all bankers and their families. Towards the end of the sift, I was going around collecting all the glasses from the tables (dead tired by then), so I reached forward and picked up the glass sitting in front of a unhappy looking granny figure. Her head snapped up and sh starts shouting that she hadn't finished her glass, when I ofered it back to her, she claimed that I had touched it with my fingers (I hadn't(, so I offered to get her another glass of red wine. She agrees, so I bring it over, and set it down in front of her, smiling amicably (plenty of people there tat night were assholes) she again started shouting, this time that I had taken too long to bring the wine and that she wanted to talk to my supervisor... ok, I walk around to look for one, but they are all busy working, so I come back and tell her that they would come and see her as soon as the y could. The old bitch, without a word of warning, threw the contents of her wine glass at me.\n\nI may or may not have had my revenge... but I would need to post this(or not) under a different username.\n\n",
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"body": "strange story. I used to bus tables on busy sunday mornings at an old seedy diner with heaps of drunks and churchgoers. The kind of diner with that long 1950s style bar and stool section in the middle. Anyways one morning a giant group of fire men rush in sirens blaring and demand entry to the kitchen. The confused chef later finds out that someone had called from the diner and claimed the kitchen stoves had exploded in a ball of fiery gas. This happened three weeks in a row getting less urgent each following Sunday. Finally it stopped when we discovered it was all done by a little old man who would order a coffee and than call the fire department all the while just sitting on his stool and watching the confusion. It was like his little Sunday drama.",
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"body": "This isn't rude, just funny.\n\nI used to work at a Bennigans (yeah, I know!) as a bartender. We had a number of booths situated around the bar where people could sit and eat and drink. Unfortunately we (bartenders) had to wait on them. It wasn't so bad around lunch when the bar was slow, but at night it was a nightmare.\n\nBecause it was so hard to wait on the bar booths, our service was (unfortunately) not always all that spectacular. It wasn't bad ...we tried hard, were polite/friendly/etc., but it often took people a bit of time to get their food. As a result we got yelled at and stiffed a lot, especially by large groups (5+).\n\nIn order to not go broke, we decided we'd start adding a 15% gratuity to the check for any party of 5 or over. This was against Bennigans (oh...I'm sorry \"Steak and Ale Corp\") policy but we did it anyway. We'd ring up the check, calculate 15%, and add it by hand to the total by writing \"15% Gratuity\" on the check, the amount, and then the final total.\n\nAnyhow, some of the cheap-ass customers we got (the $2 tippers no matter what size the check) would occasionally bitch about it. If so (to avoid trouble with the management) we'd either explain that it was because of a party of 5 or more. Sometimes we'd just take it off the check.\n\nHowever, the absolute BEST response that any server ever came up with that had me laughing for days was this:\n\n\nCustomer (upon seeing the gratuity added to the check): \"Gravity?!!!! I didn't order no gravity! What is this shit?\"\n\nOther Bartender, without missing a beat: \"Ma'am, that's what holds the food to your plate.\"\n\nCustomer, looking slightly puzzled but no longer unhappy: \"Oh. Alright then.\"\n\nShe then proceeded to pay the whole check with the \"gravity\" included!",
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"body": "3,800 comments, but I'm still going to add mine.\n\nOne night at a place I shall refer to as... \"shmapplebees...\" a couple of guys come in not too long before closing time. One of the gentlemen is wearing a white cowboy hat, boots, a powder blue shirt with pearl snaps, and a pink bandanna around his neck. He asks if he can have more than the \"house maximum\" 3 drinks if he turns over his keys. The manager relents and the cowboy asks my friend, the bartender, to get him drunk.\n\nThe bartender gives the cowboy drink after drink and chats him up. After each drink the cowboy puts cash on the counter to cover the drink and a decent tip. His friend is relatively quiet this whole time.\n\nAbout an hour into it and it's clear the cowboy has had plenty. He starts talking to the bartender, \"I like you. I like you... You're a great guy. You know what I like about you? You're not a fag. Not like Steve, here. He's a FAG!\" The guy next to him, apparently Steve, is just laughing with us at the drunk cowboy in the pink bandanna who hates fags. \"Stupid fags.\" he says. Then he looks around, confused, for a second. \"Did I leave you a tip?\" he asks the bartender. The bartender nods, but Cowboy turns to Steve and asks again, \"Did I leave him a tip?\"\n\nSteve says \"Nope. He's done a good job, too. You better give him a real good one.\" \n\nCowboy pony's up a generous tip for the 50 bucks or so he's spent on liquor for the night on top of the money he's already tipped.\n\nA few minutes later, Cowboy says \"I'm glad you're not a FAG like STEVE, man!\" \n\nSteve follows up with, \"Hey! Don't forget to leave this guy a tip! He's been real good to us tonight!\" Cowboy obliges.\n\nRinse, repeat.\n\nBy the end of the night we figure Cowboy had paid about a 400% tip. ",
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"body": "I got called 'powder' because I was 'so white'. I then got accused of spitting in the food and was dined and dashed on by the same customer.",
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"body": "Not the rudest ever, but still makes me laugh almost ten years later. I worked at a drugstore in college and a guy comes in right as we open Sunday morning acting all huffing and wants to drop off a huge bag of film rolls to develop. The film guy wasn't in yet, I don't think they opened for another hour or so, so I show him how to drop it off. This is totally unsatisfactory for this guy who demands to speak with the film staff. I apologize numerous times as he rants about how this is an outrage and whatever. Finally I just start to stare at him and he says that he will take the film up the street to another drugstore. I tell him that is a good idea and he blurts out \"oh yeah, it's only money.\" I just stare and say \"not my money.\" \nThe next day I guess he came back and spoke to the manager and demanded that I be fired and my manager agreed. My manager told everybody that I had been fired, but was too big a pussy to tell me so I ended up working there for a couple more months. \n",
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"body": "I firmly believe that one should not be allowed to eat out in a restaurant until he/she has worked for at least a month or two in the food service industry. Though there are exceptions, the worst customers are usually the ones who have no clue what you're going through make their experience positive.\n\nPeople should have to carry a card saying they've fulfilled their month of service. Guarantee it would make the dining experience better for all.",
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"body": "I worked at Starbucks when I was in high school, and that place has the rudest customers I have ever seen anywhere.\n\nOn a friday night I was stocking the ready-to-drink case that holds the bottled drinks and all the packaged food. I was bending over to rotate the bottle from the back up to the front of the shelves and all the sudden I feel something pressing up against my butt. I stand up straight and before I had the chance to turn around this asshole had his arm around my stomach and asked. \"Am I gonna get to see ya nekid tonight?\" The worst part is this guy was a regular customer and the store manager did not ban him form the store, instead she just told me to go to the back whenever he came in.\n\nI had another customer who ordered a frappuccino light and it was near the end of the night so we had moved everything off the counters and into the little refrigerators below them. When I poured the frappuccino base into the blender she couldn't see the pitcher because the refrigerator door was blocking her view. She came running behind the counter, slung the refrigerator door all the way open and accused me of trying to make her frappuccino with the regular base that \"had all the fat in it\". Upon realizing she was wrong she continued to watch me like a hawk to try and find something to criticize me about.",
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"body": "Damn 1500 comments...doubt anyone will read this but what the hell:\n\nWhen i worked at Gamestop, someone called asking if I had a game (don't remember which one, not important), anyway I said yes, and they responded by saying someone was coming to pick it up. Person never shows, we close at 9:00pm and at 9:05pm some woman is knocking on our door to let her in. We yell that we are closed and she gives us the finger, opens her phone and begins to bitch so loud I can hear it through the door, all the way to the register.\n\nAbout 5 minutes later I get a call from her husband bitching me out for closing early. I tell him very politely that we don't go by his clock, we go by our clocks and that we'll be open in the morning. He hangs up, and I see his wife get a call. Needless to say the phone rang a few more times that night but I didn't answer because I didn't feel it was worth it, and we were closed.\n\nNext morning I happen to be opening, so I'm in early preparing the store, doing counts, etc. when I get a call from the same guy as last night. Bitching at me about the \"employees who were rude the night before and closed early\". Best part is I tell him I was the one who had closed the night before and I didn't recall being rude, repeating the script that I had previously given him. The best part of this was the sound of him being taken completely off guard. Needless to say he asks for the district manager's number, which I give him.\n\nA few days later I find out that he bitched out the district manager about me and how I was rude to him twice, and closed early. My manager reviews the tapes via district manager's orders and finds I closed exactly 3 seconds early, 8:59:57, according the clock on the camera, but closed one minute late on the clock on the register. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear the response the district manager gave to the customer, but I did hear the phone call between my manager and the district manager, and it was beautiful.\n\nTL;DR: Guy doesn't make it before store closes, complains to me twice (that night and next morning when I open), opening an investigation by the district manager to find I closed one minute late.",
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"body": "I worked at Home Depot one summer during college as a customer service/lot attendant. One day I helped a man secure some lumber on top of his car. The store protocol was to use string they had provided, but this man refused to used the string, and instead insisted on some bungee cords he had brought from home. He attached his end first, and as I pulled the cord across the top of the car and am about ready to attach it on the other window-opening, his end came unhooked. I felt the metal end hit me in the cheek, and while I put my hand up to it, blood started to squirt out of my face between my fingers. As I was helped inside by some customers, the last thing I heard was the man's tires screeching as he gunned it and drove away as fast as he could. \n\nMaybe that's not \"rude\" exactly, and maybe he was REALLY in a hurry to get started on his new fence or doghouse or whatever....but I'd have thought most people would stay behind for a minute.",
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"body": "\nPresently I work at a rather up scale restaurant that a good bit of douche bags frequent. One day I was standing up at the host stand, when three ladies come in. When I go up to greet them they literally throw their coats at me, expecting me to catch them, and one throws their keys at me saying \"take car of my car. It's one block over, make sure it's at the front when I'm done with dinner.\"\nI proceed to bring the keys to the valet. When I come back inside, the ladies are standing there with their backs turned to me, not saying anything. So I go up to them and say \"Can I help you with anything?\"\nThe same lady looks at me and in a super fake-sweet voice, says, \"What is your job?\" I reply with \"I'm a hostess ma'am.\" She says \"Well maybe you should do your job and bring us to a table. What are you? Stupid?\" And then all her friends laugh. Seriously the most stereotypical stuck up bitches I have ever EVER had the pleasure of meeting. ",
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"body": "I had a guy order a gin on the rocks with tonic. So I assume he wants a gin on the rocks with a splash of tonic. I make it, he says (infront of all his friends mind you) \"This isn't what I ordered, I ordered a gin and tonic on the rocks.\" so I said \"Sir, would you like a gin and tonic, or a gin on the rocks with tonic?\" then he stood up and (older guy) and said \"If you say tonic one more fucking time I swear to God I will jump over this table and ring your fucking neck.\"\n\nThis guy is about 210 lbs, never lifted more than 25 lbs in his LIFE and I'm a 185 lb weight lifter. I stood there staring at him for roughly 10-15 seconds without batting an eye, until he became visibly uncomfortable and he apologized. I made his drink and we had no issues after that. \n\nThis was the first time I've ever used the \"dad-stare\" on someone and apparently it worked!",
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"body": "I have another one, sorry. I had a couple in one night who got a flat tire outside of our bar (after dinner). So they asked me to call a tow truck, I obliged but I told them they would pay out the ass since it was snowing just to change a flat tire. I ended up changing the tire for them in the snow so they wouldn't pay 200-300 bucks, since we weren't too busy. They went on their merry way after thanking me. I look at the tab, 30 dollar bill, left me 2 dollars and 15 cents. \n\nI would still help someone if they needed it, but I lost a little faith in humanity that day.",
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"body": "I was a waiter at a chain restaurant for a summer. One day an older gentleman came in with what I assume were his 3 teenage sons. As they were being sat in my section 2 of the other waiters came up to me and told me \"I got the guy that never tips\" Great, just what I needed. Instead of being rude to the guy I decided to give him the same level of service I would give anyone. I gave them their check, and he took it up to the front to pay (which was unusual) As I'm walking over to the table to clear the plates I see the three kids walking over to drop off a 5 dollar bill. I remember thinking \"Wow, the guy that never tips thought i did such a good job he wanted to tip me!\" However, my attention was diverted momentarily because a waitress dropped an entire tray of pilsner glasses. By the time I made it over to the table, the tip was gone. It took me a few hours but then it clicked. It's not that this old man never tips. It's that he ALWAYS tips and his punk kids ALWAYS steal it back. The real shit kicker is if those kids needed a 5 so badly I probably would have given it to them.",
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"body": "OH wow, I have some good ones. I worked at a major department store as a sales associate. One of the best of these is when a guy came in, literally slipped in through the closing doors (and being the company that it is, it will ALMOST never refuse anything the customer wants). He wanted to pick out a gift for his boss at a company where he had just begun working. \n\nI asked about her likes, dislikes, style – none of which he really knew. He knew she was Chinese, or Japanese or “some other yellow kind”. Charming. I suggest that maybe a gift card would be the best idea at this juncture, as he was on his way to the party and we were closing (a word I was not allowed to say either, because it was bad customer service, so I didn’t mention the latter part). He insists that she needed a shirt and proceeded to describe her dimensions to me, using my own body as an example. Awkward. \n\nBeing that EXEMPLARY associate that I was, I didn’t bat an eyelash and took him over to our newest offerings of cashmere sweaters, jackets, etc. Still a relatively personal gift for someone you just met, but hey, who am I to judge? I was there to sell things. \n\nAfter hemming and hawing at everything I had shown him up to this point (well after closing) I begin to take him to the accessories section to see if anything there would remotely please him. On the way his head jerks over in an all too familiar gesture to sales associated around the world. “Hey! What’s on this rack here?!?” He picks the first thing off of the 85% off rack he sees and deems it perfect! \n\nAt least we found something, right? It was red, with a vaguely tribal pattern in a circle on the front. It had been returned at least 4 times. It was $2.85. He though it was great because it was red and that’s lucky to them, right? He though it might be too small for her so he had me call another store to see if they had it in the correct size. Of course, they aren’t answering, because we have been closed for 30 mins. He insists that I keep calling until I find someone who will pick up. I have a fake phone conversation with “Judy” telling me that they were terribly sorry, but they have been out of that shirt for months, they don’t even recognize the SKU number. This satisfies him. He gives up.\n\nI sell him the shirt, with his 20% off coupon. He originally hands me two, so that I can use them together…you know the story on that one. I can’t. He must have felt like he was getting a good enough deal so he didn’t put up a fuss.\n\nHe hands me a $50. We had a busy day (which means returns…oh so many more stories) so I am out of the needed cash. I can’t break that and conveniently he does not use plastic. Or pocket change. I say that “that’s ok, I can get more, no problem.”\n\nThat’s when the sexual harassment begins. “I bet you can.” He says in his chi-mo sultry way. “I bet you can get anything you want from men.” *eye rapes me* Totally dude, I do everything in the world for dickwad douches and your wives/mistress, earn a hard living, support myself, earn a bachelor’s degree, but I know I don’t need to, because I can just get anything I want for guys. *Clench teeth, turn puce, breath, smile and laugh off*\n\nThe shirt was returned 3 days later.\n\n People actually wonder why I am so cynical.\n\nTL;DR - Cheap guy walks in just as we close, buys cheap crap, sexually harasses me.\n",
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"body": "Left without paying the check. I had to pay it. All $230 of it.\n\nSide note: you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat customer service. Especially waiters. ",
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"body": "I was working in a sort of cafe / restaurant in Drymen (the Scottish countryside), quite a popular spot for old people and tourists. An American guy in one of those huge texan hats orders a scone with jam and a coffee. This is pretty much as standard as it gets, fine. Not a complicated order, and at a pretty quiet time of day, but I wrote it down anyway because I like to keep track of everything. So I wap some jam and cream in the little bowls, heat up a scone and make coffee.\n\nI bring him his order, and he just looks me dead in the eyes and tells me he ordered chocolate cake and tea. I was completely, 100% certain he was fucking with me. So I politely apologised, and came back in less that two minutes with chocolate cake and tea. I then found out he asked a waitress to take him to the manager, and complained that I 'served him with an attitude' and refused to pay.\n\nI've got nothing against Americans but for a whole summer when I was 16, I hated em.",
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"body": "One night during a rush, an older, mexican woman orders and after i hand her the drink cup she walks away. After a minute or two, she walks back up to me and tells me that we are, \"out of rutbeer.\" I apologized and told her that we were currently out and that we wouldn't have any more until Tuesday. She calls me a liar and walks to the bathroom. After several minutes she exits the bathroom and walks over to the booth with her family in it. She says something and they all get up and leave as quickly as possible. After I finish taking the rest of the orders, I go to the bathroom to check it out. As I open the door, I am \"welcomed\" by the foul stench of urine. I step out to regain my composure, take in a deep breath, and walk back into the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, the woman had somehow peed all over the toilet, sink, and floor. The fact that someone would do that over something as stupid as rootbeer has angered me for months. The moral of this story is not to work fast food.",
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"body": "My freshman year of college I was assistant managing a GameStop to get by. It's December 23rd of 2006, right after the Wii/PS3 launched, and my co-worker decided to no call/no show. I open up the store, and after an hour of working alone after she was scheduled to come in, I called my manager for backup. He said he couldn't come in, had to do Christmas shopping, etc. I was fucking fuming when I heard that.\n\nIt's a constant line of at least 20 people the whole shift. I kept making announcements like \"Gift Cards are over there, bring them up to the register if you want one\", \"We don't have any PS3s or Wiis in stock\" and \"Due to customer volume, we cannot accept checks today\", but idiocy knows no bounds.\n\nSo many things went wrong that day: I had one customer yell at me because I didn't give him \"personalized service\", I had one lady stand next to the counter while I'm ringing people out at light-speed asking me for ten minutes what her son wants for Christmas (here's a hint: know your own kid), some people brought in massive trade-ins, some people called and wanted trade-in quotes over the phone, it was hellish. When a trade-in came, I was working two registers simultaneously trying to get people out and get trade merch in.\n\nAt least twenty customers an hour asking about Wiis and PS3s, and another twenty asking where the gift cards were, despite my announcing it in incredible volume to the whole damn store.\n\nSo my manager comes in, ten minutes late mind you, and asks how the store is going. I tell him I'm taking my fifteen minute break (worked an 8 hour shift, entitled to a 15 and a 30, but only took the fifteen), and go out back and chain down like four cigarettes. When I'm on my last one, he comes out and tells me he needs help and that there are too many customers for me to be taking a break. I tell him if there are too many then he should be working, and to look at the security cameras for the last 7 hours. He also scolds me because none of the stuff had been put away back on the shelves **in alphabetical order**.\n\nSo he calls in the District Manager, who arrives about 5 minutes before the end of my shift. The DM goes into the back with me, and we review the security footage. After watching for ten minutes of the same crazy loop, he asks where my help was. I tell him about the no-show and my manager's refusal to come in.\n\nThe DM writes up my manager on a \"first and final\" warning about not taking responsibility for the store, gives me a free game for my DS and lets me go home. To get the store manager back, I quit on January 2nd and convinced every other worker except for one to come with me. Those 2 were left running the store until god knows when. And the other kid couldn't be management because he was only 17, so my Manager had to pull at least 3 straight weeks working doubles to cover the store, and he's salaried... so he didn't get overtime. Payback's a bitch.\n\n**TL;DR** Never work for GameStop.",
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"body": "The few times I had a job in the retail sector, the rudest by far were upper management, ever so much more than customers. The worst customers are always the ones who don't even give you a chance to earn your tip before they find a reason to speak to the manager about something, which is probably why they end up being so much more difficult than the customers.",
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"body": "I had a table of four girls (between the ages of 20-25): two brunettes, one blonde and one redhead. As SOON as I had gotten to the table, I knew the redhead was trouble. She was being super snooty... barking orders at me like I was no better than the dirt under her shoe. I'm usually pretty good at letting things roll off, but I couldn't help but give her a little attitude back.. yet still using a sweet tone of voice. Anyway, I can't recall everything that was said between her and I, but I do remember thinking how ridiculous she was acting. When she finally left, it was about 20 minutes before the other three did. Just out of curiosity, I picked up her tab while the brunettes and blonde were still sitting and chatting at the table (I usually don't pick up the tabs until everyone has left). Instead of finding money, I found two pink toe separators. You know, the kind that salons use after painting your nails. Yeah. She had just gotten a peticure. Ugh. Instantly, she went from super-bitch to mega-cunt.\n\nI was furious. I showed the book to the chef/manager and explained to him what had gone down. Turns out he knew one of the brunettes, so he asked her what was going on with that girl. She apparently didn't know the redhead very well, and was pretty embarrassed with the way things went. I guess she called the redhead after the chef spoke with her, because the lady of the hour showed up about 20 minutes later to apologize. That was nice and all, except the fact that she didn't speak to me, or even look at me for that matter. She apologized to the chef (wtf?) and claimed that the service was just absolutely horrible. He explained to her that what she did was unacceptable and beyond rude to accuse his best server of bad service. He invited her back, but only if she came back with a better attitude. I still didn't get a tip out of her, but it sure was nice to see her get scolded!",
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"body": "I wasn't a SERVER per se, but I worked in retail at the time. \n\nI worked at a camera store, and while I usually processed photos, closing that night was just the lead photo tech and I, so I was doing sales. Three minutes before close, an old couple walks in. Never rude to a customer, I decided I'd help them real quick, because the older couples tended to just listen to what I said and buy what I suggested.\n\nLong story short, it's an hour after closing and I (politely) inform the customers that we really had to close up shop, because the lead photo tech is a single mother and she needed to go pick up her son from after care, this being nine PM, thirty minutes after it technically ends. \"That's fine,\" the wife remarks, \"but you should let [Kim] know that her husband could pick up her child, if she wasn't such a WHORE.\"\n\nI tell ya, after we locked up and got the store ready for the next day, I've never seen a grown woman cry like that.",
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"body": "I was working for Pizza Hut in Arizona a couple miles from Luke AFB. Had a group form CAP(Civilian Air Patrol) come in. It was an older guy who was in charge and about 15 teenagers. Their meal was ordered and served everything was fine until the bill came. He came up and explained that he forgot his wallet and had little cash on him. I gave him all the discounts I could and took $20 from my tips to help pay his bill. He said he'd be back later that afternoon to repay me and give me a tip; he never showed back up. Between Pizza Hut, Wal-mart and casinos I could probably type forever but this one sticks in my mind.",
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"body": "I spent a few years in working for a crazy man in a crazy place.\n\n\nThe man I worked for had been a huge success in retail, opening a nationwide chain of soft-goods stores with revenues to the tune of 900 million dollars a year. After the corporate implosion that was so popular in the late '90s, we opened a pair of restaurants on the beach. And a car wash.\n\n\nThe dinner restaurant was a \"resort-casual\" steakhouse, in a resort town frequented by the moneyed Southerners. I was the front-of-house manager. We had weed-growing drug kingpins from the nearby hick towns; famous athletes and celebrities; billionaires; you name it, they mingled with the hardworking vacation families, and the colorful locals. But, the most colorful character of all, was the owner.\n\n\nShort? Check. Balding and wearing a really bad hairpiece? Check. Smells like four packs of Marlboros a day? Check. Chases skirts? Check. Short-tempered? Check. A Genius (yes, with a capital G) at sales and marketing? Definitely, check.\n\n\nThe restaurant was slammed every night during vacation season. This meant that we'd have a great audience for whatever craziness transpired. Like the night I nearly got fired over a potato. Remember, presentation is everything.\n\n\nThere's a steak and sautee station in the center of the dining room. I'm standing at the expo line when I hear the owner's voice rising from somewhere in the back of the restaurant. I dash over, and find him berating a server at a table, in front of the guests. Remember, we're packed; the restaurant seats about 140 people. \"WHERE ARE HER CHARGRILLED VEGGIES!\" he screams at the server. \"GO GET ME CHARGRILLED VEGGIES NOW!!! RAARRWWRRR!!\"\n\n\nI go back to the line and, luckily there's an order coming up for another table, which I grabbed and handed to the server, who deposited it wordlessly at the table, took me by the tie, and pulled me into the hallway. Before I could ask what happened out there, she said, \"They never ordered the veggies. He came up to the table and struck up a conversation. He asked if they had tried the veggies, and the customer said no. He misinterpreted that to mean they ordered them but never got them.\" We both broke out in laughter, once we realized how ridiculous the whole situation was. Bad thing, laughter, around this man.\n\n\nA hand grabbed my elbow. A small, stinky hand, forcefully leading me back to the line. Sitting under the heat lamps are a bunch of sides ready to go out. On one plate, is a potato. \"What is this?\" he demands. \"Looks like a potato.\" I reply. He then proceeds to take me and the potato to the customer's table. He begins, \"Sir, I want to apologize. My manager here has failed to uphold the standards of our fine establishment, by serving you an inferior potato. We pride ourselves on our ingredients, and we NEVER serve a POTATO THAT WEIGHS LESS THAN ONE POUND! I shall have them prepare a new potato, one that meets our standards.\"\n\n\nWe go back to the cook line, where he lectures everone, in a very loud voice, about the damn potato. He continues and lectures us about our damn jobs, which we should be damn proud to have in this economy and if we can't serve a damn proper potato then we can leave. He does this at the grill in the middle of the restaurant, so all the customers get to hear what he has to say. \n\n\nOne night he kept me there until after 2am so he could get drunk and sexually harass the hostess. Not that she minded; the new clothes were just one visible aspect of their relationship. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but I was also managing the breakfast restaurant, and had to be back at work at 5:30am.",
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"body": "I work part time in a bar while I'm at university.\nOne evening, it's the end of the shift and it's just me and the assistant manager there serving the last people. He likes to mess with people who are being rude, I'm learning a lot from him.\n\nOne evening there's one guy left to be served, who *demands* two snakebite and blacks with the phrase \"two snakebite and black\" as if it were some sort of sudo command. People are quite often this rude, and usually it's not worth making anything of it, but sometimes their timing and rudeness is just perfect.\nI respond by telling him that there's something missing from his request and that if he can correct it, he can have his drinks. At which point, he doesn't seem to get where I'm going and repeats his demand, so I give him another clue, \"there's a simple word that usually goes at the end of requests which will make me more likely to get you a drink\", only now he seems to not actually understand what I mean, he responds, \"two snakebites, with carlsberg and strongbow\".\nI said no, high-fived the assistant manager and we both walked off leaving this ass-hat standing there utterly confused about what went wrong.\nIt was awesome.",
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"body": "While in College, I went through a rough patch in the job market and ended up briefly working as a Bartender and Server for Applebees. I had recently come from a Fine Dining restaurant that closed, and was desperate for rent money from anywhere. \n\nIt was amazing the change in clientele. Once the food is cheaper, people are wildly unpredictable. I use to pride myself on the ability to guess at the type of person I was waiting on... I always worked my ass off, regardless of how busy or even how rude the person was, but there was always a little extra effort for the really nice people. \n\nSo one Saturday I ended up being scheduled a double (this is where you work two shifts that take up most of the day). It was a particularly slow and tedious Saturday, and I was making nothing for tips so I was glad to see a rather large family sit in the corner booth late into my second shift. \n\nStereotypes are everything I suppose, but this was a very plain, affluent looking family, who were very nice to me. My service was impeccable, and even the normally shitty food came out hot and flawless looking. I gave the check to the guy who was in charge of the family, and walked away. The family soon gets up together and leaves, which is not completely abnormal at a place like this... usually they leave cash and tip in the book. When I get to the table I open up the book and see three gift cards only. Already I've been stiffed, because you cannot tip yourself from gift cards. It was close to the end of my shift so I wasn't entirely bothered, just ready to go home (being stiffed is usually rare). I go to use the gift cards on the meals, and find out that all three of the cards are virtually empty -- a combined total of $2.98 on all three. The total bill was ~$176.\n\nApplebees had a strict policy that wasn't very well followed, in which, if a table stiffed you completely, you would be responsible for the bill (to prevent people from stealing cash supposedly). The manager decided to hold me responsible for the bill, and I owed more money than I made the entire day... in reality, working only to pay money out of my pocket. I quit on the spot and turned them in to the labor department for the violation of minimum wage payments they made to the immigrant dishwashers that worked there. \n\nTL;DR: I end up paying more money than I made during the course of two shifts because a family stiffed me on the bill. \n\n ",
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"body": "I used to fix computers for faculty members at my local University. One day I went to the Woman's Studies department to fix some minor hardware issue. The female professor I encountered actually asked me if there was \"maybe a guy that could come instead-nothing personal, they're just wired better for this kind of work.\" I returned to the office and sent the least competent guy that we had. I hope he made it worse.",
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"body": "I'd have to say con me out of twenty bucks (I was a teenager riding an after-school register job) was pretty rude--mainly because my boss took it out of my wage, which then made it personal.\n\nAfter a little research, I found I was a victim of the \"change-raising scam.\"\n\nFrom Wikipedia:\n\n>Change raising is a common short con and involves an offer to change an amount of money with someone, while at the same time taking change or bills back and forth to confuse the person as to how much money is actually being changed. The most common form, \"the Short Count\", has been featured prominently in several movies about grifting, notably Nueve Reinas, The Grifters and Paper Moon. A con artist shopping at, say a gas station, is given 80 cents in change because they lack two dimes to complete the sale (say the sale cost is $19.20 and the con artist has a 20 dollar bill). The con artist then goes out to their car and returns a short time later, with 20 cents. They return them, saying that they found the rest of the change to make a dollar, and asking for a bill so they will not have to carry coins. The confused store clerk agrees, exchanging a dollar for the 20 cents the con artist returned. In essence, the mark makes change twice. Another variation is to flash a $20 bill to the clerk, then ask for something behind the counter. When the clerk turns away, the con artist can swap the bill they are holding to a lesser bill. The clerk might then make change for the larger bill, without noticing it has been swapped. This was shown in The Grifters. The technique works better when bills are the same colour and shape at a >glance.",
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"body": "Separate occasions:\n\n-Puked all over, made me clean it up, left me barely 10% tip. \n-We ran out of clean glasses temporarily because we were beyond slammed, so I served a milkshake in a take-home cup. Hundreds of people gladly accepted it and said it was even better because they could take part one. These 2 old bitches yelled at me for having the nerve to not use a real glass, told me they wouldn't take it in that cup, and that I needed to remake it. I tried to explain the only glasses we had were burning hot straight out of the wash, but they were getting really pissed. So I went and grabbed a hot as fuck glass, put it in, and served it to them in the melted state it became. They didn't tip. Obviously.\n-Suddenly got slammed at 11 at night by a random convention nobody knew about, a business/marketing thing. I had a somewhat closed off section that quickly filled up with people who decided to continue their lecturing in there. I would go into the area to take orders and pass out food and have to dodge people standing up and talking, and they would get MAD at me! And then they would get pissed when I didn't get their stuff! It was infuriating. Hardly a tip.\n-The mayor of Indianapolis when I worked as a waitress is a SHITTY tipper. \n-Getting racial slurs yelled at me.\n-One time when I was standing outside the restaurant, someone threw eggs at me. That was actually kind of funny because they didn't hit me... \n-I've managed to erase a lot of shitty customers from my mind as a waitress. What I remember most from this time is a shit load of not that pleasant people. Being a server made me lose all faith in society.\n",
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"body": "This is kinda the opposite but I'll say it anyway.\n\nAbout 5 years ago I used to wash cars in a car spa. Once I had just closed and was leaving when a young couple approach me saying they had borrowed the girls mums car to go to the countryside and have to return it really clean and they pleaded and pleaded with me to re-open the car wash and wash their car. \n\nEventually I said Okay but I made clear that all the bugs on the bumper probably won't come off anyway, you may need to see a detailer about them as we are a $5 car wash and don't have access to special chemicals etc (this is usual practice to inform the customer of this).\n\nSo I wash their car, it comes out looking pretty good actually but sure enough the bugs were still on the bumper. I didn't receive a tip which I thought was rude, then I closed the car spa and returned the next day to guess what?? \n\nThey had made a complaint about me to my employer which made me look really bad, completely unappreciative that I had worked 30 mins past my shift end with no tip or overtime pay in the middle of winter (which it was).\n",
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"body": "In a high-end Japanese restaurant, we had a birthday party with a girl and her sorority sisters. Every other girl was rude about what they ordered — quite simply, they didn't read about the costs of extra items, nor did they listen to me when I told them about said costs while they were ordering.\n\nBut the one that took the cake was a girl who demanded that her vegetarian platter be changed to a tofu steak, because the word \"choice\" was contained in the menu's sentence, \"We use USDA grade choice beef.\"\n\nMy manager took it off her tab, but said later, \"I can't believe that their parents feel justified in paying for their education!\"\n\nOur only consolation was that at the end of their stay, the birthday girl apologized to us for the behavior of her sisters.",
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"body": "I used to work at a theme park at one of the food carts that they have on the paths around the park that sell dippin dots ice cream and such. The rudest thing that I have had done to me was a customer walked up to the cart with her son, proceeded to tell me everything was over priced while her son pulled down his pants and peed all over the side of my cart (he was probably around 5 years old). I looked at her expecting her to reprimand him or something instead she kind of just laughs and says oh he doesnt like using regular bathrooms, you can clean that up right? Then she walks away. I made it my mission to make sure I had a new job the following summer. ",
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"body": "General rudeness is one thing but I've experienced a man walk casually up to the bar whilst I was already serving a drink to another customer and without putting a hand to his mouth he actually coughed in my face. I don't think I have ever been so surprised at a person's rudeness and lack of respect for another person in my\nlife. It's hard sometimes on either side, but I honestly think staff put up with more rudeness more often. ",
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"body": "not my story, more like my moms but here we go.\n\nMy mom was waiting on a large party 11 or 12 people. She took the order as she normally would and treated them very nicely like she does to all her customers. \n\nAnyways checkout time comes, then one of the people at the table asks my mom if she smokes, she replies yes, then this douche of a guy proceeds to tell my mom shes not going to be tipped because of her bad habits and then the whole table erupts into laughter leaving without giving my mom a tip for her 2-3 hours of service (i know tips are voluntary, but just the way he went about it is super lame) \n\nAnyways thats my story!",
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"body": "I've served tables for about 10 years now. Seen a lot of things, been fucked over dozens of times, been called names, threatened, brought to near tears, but still.. the one thing that sticks out to me is the fucker that tried to \"save me\".\nThe meal went fine, nothing out of ordinary, though they were displaying all signs of being \"verbal tippers\" (saying thank you too much, and probably not going to tip in money). Everything gets cleared, I crumb the table (I work fine dining), and hand out dessert menus. I come back to take the dessert order in a few minutes and the guy says \"Hey, I got a question come here\"\nok..\nGuy: Are you saved?\nMe: Umm.. no.\nGuy: You don't believe in Jesus?\nMe: Nope. I've read the bible I grew up chrisitian I DO NOT believe.\n(now normally, I do not state my opinion but this is beyond rude for him to do this)\nGuy hands me a card with his church on it bla bla bla\nasks me to come to his church, I laugh, he wants me to pray with him, I walk away\n\nTips me 5%. \n\nTLDR: Don't tip me 5% in the name of fucking GOD if you want me to believe in your God. Tip me 25% and maybe I'll say \"HEY those God people sure have somethin goin on.\"\n\n",
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"body": "I work in conventions. (Teachers)\n\nOne of our older and very insane teachers treats hotel staff terribly. We try to warn the hotels ahead of time but they never seem to believe us. Here is a partial litany:\n\n1) Kindly asked a young server in the restaurant if she could use her cellphone. The girl obliged and the crazy lady spent 30 minutes on the phone making numerous calls. The server went to her manager for help because the crazy lady refused twice to return her phone. The manager asked for the phone and explained it was costing the server money for those calls. Crazy lady went ballistic and threw the phone at the girl storming out without paying the bill.\n\n2) Crazy lady needed a phone again and the bellman kindly let her use the one at the bellstand. She spent over an hour on the phone causing bellservice delays because she wouldn't let anyone pick up the other line and interrupt her call.\n\n3) Demanded 8 bottles of water daily in her room and in the rooms of 4 other guests at no additional charge. Had a fit in the lobby when she was told there would be a charge.\n\n4) Cut the entire check out line to interrupt a person checking out (by pushing him out of the way) to demand the use of the front desk clerk's cell phone.\n\n5) At this point the sales manager had security escort her to his office where he lectured her soundly on politeness and the hotel's duty to serve other customers as well as her. He told her she would be allowed room service with no additional fees above menu price but that she was no longer allowed in the restaurants or the business center or the lobby aside from passing through or checking out. She screamed and said it was because she was a woman and then tore through the lobby knocking apple baskets off the front desk and telling the horrified people in the lobby that the hotel was full of woman haters who practiced white slavery.\n\nThere is more but my lunch is over ...",
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"body": "I used to work at a really crappy local pizza place near my college. The staff was pretty decent and we did our best to serve tasty food, but turning 75 cents of ingredients didn't always justify 5 bucks for a large pie with 1 topping. Generally we were open late till 2am and catered to the dorms. One night at about 1:50 a large group of the hemp wearing hippie guys came in while we were shutting down the oven. My manager quickly ran over to the oven and fired her up again hoping for some extra sales (he was up for a promotion if he hit target sales that week). The drivers came from the back of the store and began helping put out the ingredients we had already packed up as i went to take their order. The head hippie came over to me with glazed eyes and a vague understanding of where he was. The man began to order pizza after pizza, adding exotic ingredients such as polish sausage and chorizo (we don't carry any of these). I kept telling him we didn't carry these ingredients, but he'd forget after a few seconds. Eventually he had about 11 pizzas, each with around 7-10 toppings each. His buddies had a fierce case of the munchies since I could see 3 of them eating grated parmesian and crushed red peppers from their packets. The drivers had started to toss the dough as I gave the man the total of over 100 dollars. He was rather surprised at the amount, since he saw the big sign with 5 dollar large pizzas outside. I explained that toppings are 1 buck each after the first one, and he laughed a bit. And by a bit, i meant five min. His friends were laughing with him after a couple of seconds and my boss and coworkers were getting really creeped out. I waited patiently to see if the guy would still order something. After he calmed down, he asked for some simple pepperonis and extra cheeses, but soon found out he had no money on him. Neither did his friends. We quickly ushered him out and told him to go get the money and we'd make him something before we closed. I don't think I've ever closed a store faster. I began to walk home about 10 min later, soon hearing the pained yell of \"Awww mann\" echoing off the concrete from a few blocks away. I didn't really find that rude/mean, but found it entertaining. I still have never seen someone as high as that in real life. Bless you munchie man. ",
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"body": "I used to wait tables in a busy patio bar in Little 5 Points, Atlanta. On a beautiful summer day, I was fortunate enough to get a table of seven strippers from the Pink Pony and some of their pretty flamboyantly gay friends. Anyone who works in service knows that this is a good thing, because strippers work for tips and therefore tend to tip very high when going out. As the day progressed, I ended up serving them over 70 shots of tequila resulting in an $800 tab (including 18% gratuity) and an extremely wasted table. I dropped the check and went to help some other tables. \n\nA few minutes later I realized that the strippers had picked a fight with a nearby group (the patio was packed out) and a brawl was almost underway. It seemed the strippers started talking shit to some other Saturday drunks, and now the head stripper and some other woman were locked into a girly grapple with the kind of hair- and clothes-pulling you’d expect. I rushed in to stop the grappling women before a real fight broke out, but some hipsters from the other side of the patio decided they wanted to “start some shit.” A hipster chick threw a plate, hitting one of the strippers in the head. This didn’t go over well with the head stripper, and she turned immediately to attack hipster chick. In a feat of incredible prowess, the head stripper jumped ON TOP of a low concrete wall (we had a fountain in the middle of the patio) and literally LEAPT onto the hipster chick, which started an entirely new brawl on the other side of the patio. I came to find out later that the plate-thrower was pregnant, which means that the rare and epic Stripper vs. Pregnant Hipster Chick fight happened right in front of me. \n\nAbout this time, the cops show up because a co-worker had called it in. The fight(s) stopped immediately, and the strippers were in such a hurry to not get arrested they threw a little over $1000 in various sized bills on the table and left. I made over $500 in tips that day.\n\nTL;DR Strippers started a patio brawl which somehow ended in a $350 dollar tip for me.\n",
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"body": "I worked at the Bar of a steak house. Customers could order anything at the bar and we (the bartenders) would package it from plate to clamshells and into bags. One ass noticed that I had forgotten to put a plastic fork in his bag, demanded to speak to the manager and then demanded that I be fired for my transgression.\n\nFortunately, the manager who came up was the outstanding manager who was just short of laughing in the customers face. My actual customers sitting at the bar tipped heavily after seeing how this guy treated me.",
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"body": "I worked at a pizza hut once. This guy came in and pointed at the menu and asked for \"one of those\". The menu is in front of the workers facing the customer, there is no way for an employee to see it. I asked him to tell me what he was pointing at and he swore a lot got really red and walked out.",
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"body": "I worked as a server/bartender at Applebee's, which is pretty much like Denny's with a bar. The job sucked, but the bartending money was pretty good, so I kept at it until I went off to better things.\n\n\nI'll never forget the time I was bartending during a boring afternoon shift. The usual, polite regulars were there, so I spent a bit talking to them before this bear of a man comes through the door. His gut literally kept him from putting more than his hands on the bar. He eagerly demanded a red beer (V8 and Bud) and a basket of buffalo wings, which I obliged him.\n\n\nAfter a few more red beers, the guy asks for a glass of water. Almost immediately, he tossed the glass of water on me, specifically my chest. Before Applebee's changed the uniform to black/red, the shirts were an array of colors. That day, mine unfortunately was white, though thankfully I was wearing a tank top underneath.\n\nThe other barflies jumped up to help me out as I came around the bar, screaming at the man, who barely looked up from my soaked shirt. I told the man that he needed to pay and leave at once, in which he proceeded to pull himself up and stand over me. I'm quite short, so this wasn't a hard task. He said nothing as shoved me backwards very hard. The barflies reacted instantly, ushering him out the door. I watched as one or two took swings at the man while I called the police. They took the jerk away and even though I could've, I didn't press charges. Instead, he was made clear that he wasn't welcome back into the restaurant ever again. Don't think he would try it again, anyway.\n\n\nNeedless to say, my brave defenders had their drinks/meals comped that day and they always got a heavy pour from me after that.",
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"body": "I worked at a pizza joint to help put myself through college. We made other food there too, such as sandwiches, burgers, hot dogs, etc. It only seated about 30 people max. Customers would come up to the counter and order from me, then they would seat themselves and I would serve their meals as they became ready. I dealt with all sorts of rude, spiteful customers but one lady really sticks out in my head as being the rudest.\n\nShe came in with her family - elderly parents, 2 sets of parents and about 5 or 6 kids. EACH person ordered their own separate pizza or sandwich with special instructions to go along with it. Hold the mayo add mushrooms under the cheese cook the fries a little longer, no sauce extra cheese and extra olives, and so on. Each order was like this. \n\nWhen it came time to pay the $100+ bill, her elderly father paid with his credit card. There was a line on the credit card receipt to add a tip, and he turns to his daughter and asks her how much of a tip he should leave. \n\nNow, they are still standing right in front of me. The lady responds to her father \"TIP?? Why would you leave them a tip? They aren't doing ANYTHING to deserve a tip. Why would you tip them? This is a pizza place. They don't deserve to be tipped. You don't tip her a thing.\"\n\nI was entirely miffed. Since the man had already signed the credit card receipt, I reached over the counter and grabbed it right out of his hand. I stated to his daughter (in a very sassy tone of voice with a bit of a glare in my eye)\"Thank you very much for your order. I will be personally serving you today, you may be seated now.\"\n\nI must have been in a good mood that day because normally we were allowed to swear at the customers.\n\nAfter I served them and they were leaving, the lady actually sent her teenage son up to give me a $5 tip. I think (hope) she felt somewhat ashamed of what she said in front of me but who knows. \n\n\n\nAnother woman, who was about 50 and obviously suffering from mental issues. This woman had been muttering to herself since the moment she walked in the door, but she didn't seem drunk and didn't try to order any alcohol so I let her stay. Suddenly she started screaming at some random 18 year old chick about sleeping with her husband. The teenager and her group of friends had no idea what was going on. The crazy lady then stood up and threw her pizza into the young girl's face, knocked her table over, threw a bottle of water, a napkin dispenser and a chair at me, proceeded to screech and holler profanities at the shocked teenage girl. As I was literally pushing her out the door she proceeded to pick up and toss a candy machine/newspaper rack halfway across the restaurant. I got her out the door and she kept screaming crazy nonsense at me, then started huffing across the street. As she was crossing, there was a random man talking on his cellphone and she jumped on his back and punched him in the face then ran off. \n\nI ended up giving the girl some free food, and the man on the cell phone got a free slice when he came back to inquire what the heck had happened. The cops never did find the crazy lady, either!\n\nOh, and the entire time this lady was flipping out and throwing things, the father of another family in the restaurant got up and stood beside me but didn't even try to interfere with the situation at all! He was about twice my size and four times the coward. \n",
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"body": "I worked at the Yard House during my early college years. One of the corporate owners has a lot of \"friends\" that came to the restaurant. They'd say \"I'm friends with the owner,\" which meant they were expecting special treatment (not a problem, because they were usually good tippers too).\n\nONE \"friend\" though was a **REAL PERV**. I got the unfortunate pleasure of waiting his table for him and his guest during lunchtime. After mentioning he knew one of the owners, he started flirting with me, assuming that meant I would be all giddy and titillated that he was some hot-shot friend of the owner. I was not.\n\nI then started recommending some items on the menu and then he said to me, \"Is your pussy on the menu?\"\n\nDisgusted, but unwilling to let him get to me, I quickly responded, \"Well sir, we don't have any dead cats in the freezer at the moment, but if you try some restaurants in China, you might find some cat corpses if that suits your taste.\"\n\nHe loved this for some annoying reason and proceeded to hit on me further.\n\nI got the manager, who was a woman, and who didn't take crap from anyone. He somewhat behaved after and left me a decent tip, but I think that was one of the worst verbal experiences.\n\nThere was *another* customer who grabbed me from behind and started to kiss my neck and I yelled at the whole table for that one.\n\nThis place is actually a relatively well-known, family-friendly restaurant and the outfits are not scantily clad (black pants and black long-sleeved shirt).\n\nI have a few more stories, but these are the first two that come to mind.",
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"body": "I was working the register during a fairly normal Sunday morning, and after ringing up this guy's subs, he tried to pay with Canadian money, blue $5 bills and all. Now, I love Canada, but here in the states, we only accept American money (except for the occasional quarter that is in the mix). I refused the money, and the guy threw a hissy fit. I tried to calm him down, and he started ranting about everything that could be ranted about, knocked over the cookie rack and left. The other customer in the line left me a few dollars as a tip (nothing expected) and made sure to tell me it was American.",
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"body": "A customer who attempted to pick up a waitress where I was bartending with cash shot at me when he was asked to leave. To be fair he wasn't really trying to kill me, just making a point that he was disappointed that he wasn't going to be allowed to pay our waitress for sex and that he didn't want to see her in the bar the next day.\n\nAlso I was threatened with a baseball bat and broken beer bottles on other occasions. Situations like that made it much easier to deal with routine rude customers. Also made it easier to stop bartending / serving and start cooking. \n\nI'm really glad that I worked in the restaurant industry and that I left it years ago.",
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"body": " I had a customer for lunch one day eating by himself. We were not that busy so I spent a few minutes chatting with him after his meal. He seemed like a really nice guy. So when he pays for his small check he pays with a 20. His change is 6 dollars and change. Only having singles on me at the time, I give him six ones and his change back. He politely asks if I could go get him a five instead of the five ones. I apologize and say of course, thats no problem. I get three steps away from the table and I hear him say, quite loudly \"Don't bring me a handful of fucking change.\" I stopped but didn't turn around. I came back with his five, apologized again and wished him a nice afternoon. He smiled back and said the same. Again, three steps away from the table I hear \"Fucking dickhead!\" This time I turned back around to see him standing up staring at me. He then says \"Thats right, I said it\" and storms out......WTF\r\n I told my manager right after what happened, his reply was: \"well you did the right thing not responding, if you had I would've had to fire you\" I'd been there for two years. I quit very shortly after this. I can tolerate being cursed at and insulted by a customer more than I can working for a place where the management cares more for piece of shit customers who speak to their employees like that than they do for their employees themselves.",
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"body": "I worked at an ice cream store for a few summers and generally worked the opening shift alone since we didn't get too much business at that time. On of my opening procedures is to make sure all orders for the day are on time. Naturally, I look in the freezer and see a half finished ice cream cake that should have been completely finished the night before. The order sheet said the customer would be coming in when we opened.\n\nNaturally, I begin working fast to finish the cake, which implies properly placing on a cake serving plate, frosting and decorating, which are all extremely delicate processes done in multiple short steps since the cake is ruined if the ice cream melts. I've barely managed to get to the frosting stage and in the middle of it a customer comes in with her son, looking to buy ice cream. I say politely I'm helping a previous customer, that no one else is in the store and I'll help her as soon as I can. I finish frosting the cake and store it back in the freezer. If it's stored in the freezer in the middle of frosting, the frosting freezes in that shape so it wasn't an option to stop in the middle. This must have taken about 4-5 minutes.\n\nShe then goes on a tirade about how I have no respect for the customer, and how I should have been helping her, she's taking her business elsewhere, etc. She then asks for my boss's phone number specifically, she said, to have me fired. Frustrated about the situation, I instead give her the rejection hotline (which I conveniently have memorized). And once she storms out I finish the cake just before the person who ordered it comes in to pick it up. \n\nMy boss came in right after the cake was picked up and I describe what happened sort of frazzled (minus the fake number part). We were empty for a while after that so he went out and brought me back some lunch. \n\nTLDR; Rude customer asks for boss's number when I help someone before her instead of her, I give he a fake number.",
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"body": "I can tell you the rudest (but I guess legitimate) thing I experienced as a customer.\n\nThere's a pub where I live that does 1$ burger nights if you buy a drink. So me, a friend, my room mate and his girlfriend at the time all went to get some beers and burgers. We were seated, and the waitress asked for our drinks. We ordered a burger each and some soda to start. We got our soda and our waitress kind of just left us hanging for around 45 minutes. Getting rather upset, my room mate went up to the bartender to complain. Lo and behold, our burgers had been sitting in the serving window for around 20 minutes. By the time we got them they were lukewarm. We went to the bartender again, he apologized and got us new ones, within 5 minutes. All throughout this time, we did not see our waitress, so by this time it had been a little over an hour since we saw her.\n\nWe finished our meal, and we all gave our tip to the bartender to helping us out.\n\nThe waitress finally appears afterwards (I'm assuming after a good talking to) and asked us with a sneer \"is there a problem here?\"\n\nMy room mate then said. \"Oh no... not anymore, good bye\"\n\nNeedless to say, it was pretty awesome.",
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"body": "I once had a white trash piece of shit ask me to sit on his lap while his wife and little girl were in the ladies room. That one always sticks out in my head as being the most disgraceful thing I've had a customer do/say to me. Mostly because I felt horrible for his wife and kid.\n\nBut another time I had a pair of 60-something year old British women sit at one of my tables for FIVE FUCKING HOURS on a busy Friday night, complain that their glasses of \"scolding hot water\" werent hot enough every five minutes (seriously? you can't just pay for a cup of tea?) and ask me loaded questions about why I was a server. You know the kind. (\"Do you have kids? Oh, you went to college? Well why don't you have a real job then?\" etc etc.) When they finally left I got a .50 tip. I hope their grandsons take their inheritances and buy hookers and blow with them.\n\nTruth be told though, the customers were tolerable. I could usually chalk any situation up to the customer being a douche. It was the management that was hell to deal with. ",
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"body": "I work in a delicatessen (sells pre-cut hams and cheeses so European style) I also sell cooked chickens. In Melbourne we have some really hot days and when we do the chickens sell really well. One day I had a woman come in on a 35 degree day and ask for three chickens cut into quarters. She was really polite about and there was no other customers around when I started. Half way through cutting the first chicken up for her a mob arrives and a man starts getting antsy about having to wait. I smile and say I am sorry for the delay and continue cutting. When I pull out the second chicken to cut up he gives me a really dirty look and starts muttering to the woman next to him. I finish that chicken and then pull out the third chicken and which point he comes up to me and ask \"Do you plan on cutting all the chicken in the bein marie?\" I smile and says \"This is the last chicken for the lady I will be right with you sir\"\n The lady I am serving gives me an apologetic smile and I smile in return. Just then her 5 children come up and ask her for something she tells them to wait, getting a bit ansty herself because she is holding up the line. The man then walks up to the woman abusing her fo being lazy and not wanting to cook for her kids, saying something along the lines of \"If you have you should take responsibility for them. I am pretty sure not all of them were hers mind you. I think the kids might of had friends over. I am fine with people abusing me, it kinda comes with the territory but I hate it when people abuse other customers. So I tell him he is out of line. at which point he tells me that I am out of line for taking so long to serve one customer when there is such a long line. I have finished with the chickens by now and was serving the lady the rest of her order. I pause look at the later and ask her to wait one moment while I ask for help. I call on of the floor staff to help and tell them as they walk in to leave the gentleman for me to serve. I finish up with the lady and proceed to serve the gentleman who is quite annoyed now as he has just been ignored but the other staff member. He starts asking for everything freshly sliced and I tell him quite pleasantly, \"Why should I take so long to serve you when there are so many people waiting?\" \nHe gets apoplectic now and starts yelling about double standards and I nodd and condescendingly say ho I agree with him and serve him straight from the case intentionally making everything 50g over and listening and nodding to his complaints about kids today. The other staff member has left laughing his arse off cause he has serve everyone else and it is just this guy left. I finish up wrap everything for him and he goes of saying he will talk to my manager. My manager comes up and asks me what happened with the gentleman trailing behind and I explain everything. The floor staff that helped is called over and explains and my manager turns to the gentleman and goes \"Please hand he back the stuff you have ordered from her, we wont be serving you today\"\nTL;DR Guy was a dick to other customers and my manager gave him what for.",
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"body": "So I'm guessing a lot of Redditors have waited tables before/worked in customer service.\n\nExplains a lot of the generosity on Reddit.",
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"body": "I was once working at my parents' franchise during the lunch hour with only two other coworkers (small town, so we could handle it, but it was still busy). I was running register. I think at this time I was 17 or 18.\n\nA nice caucasian couple (which is normal, the town was very very very white) came through and the guy handed me his card. I asked to see his ID since it didn't seem to be signed (this is the usual policy as stated by Visa and Mastercard). He handed it over and I completed the transaction.\n\nThey came back a bit later as they were eating and asked why I had requested the card. I explained about the policy and how it's to help prevent fraud, and how my mom (co-owner) had recently had her wallet stolen twice, so the experience was very close to home for us. He accepted the explanation and went away.\n\nCame back a little while later and was very angry with me and demanding to speak to the manager (my dad, who wasn't there). He threatened me with a lawsuit, saying that it was completely illegal to check ID on cards (it's not). It was really busy at that point, so my boyfriend (who also worked there), took him in the back and tried to calm him down. As I passed by, I heard my boyfriend insisting that I was not a racist person and that is not why I asked for ID. Turned out that he thought I was racist against his wife (who, to my notice, was white) because she \"spoke with an accent.\" I never noticed any accent because she hardly spoke during the transaction.\n\nEventually we managed to get him out of the store, but it was so busy and I knew he was wrong, I eventually just got so mad that I started crying because I couldn't let out my rage for someone so idiotic any other way.\n\ntl;dr Guy threatened me (female high school student) with a lawsuit for checking his ID on an unsigned card, which is policy, because I was apparently racist against his wife (who appeared and sounded white).\n",
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"body": "Here's a few quickies:\n\n1)this one was my bad, but it made me feel really stupid for a bit. I was within my first week as working as a waiter at a small \"upscale\" restaurant, where the customers were either rich or old or both. An elderly lady and her friend were eating lunch, finishing up their soups. I noticed her friend had finished the soup, so I came by and cleared her empty dishes. At this point, I also notice that the old lady is almost done with her soup as well, working at the last bit with a spoon. Instead of walking off and coming back when she was done like a normal waiter, and I don't know what made me do this other than me being new to the job, but I stood there and watched her for a few seconds as she finished up the soup. After about 3 seconds I heard her say under her breath \"don't stand there and watch me!\". Yup, I scooted off really quick. Needless to say, no tip. I was okay with that.\n\n2) This is really just me bitching about this one horrible customer (a regular, of course) who would come into the cafe where I was a barista for a few years. She always ordered the same damn drink, \"mega mocha with 5 sugars and whip cream, 2 1/2 shots, 163 degrees. Oh, skim milk please\" because I should note she claimed to be on a diet, and weighed in at 350lbs at least. Now, if there's a person out there who can tell to the degree the temperature of the beverage they are drinking, give them a fucking medal, cause they are not human. We would normally steam beverages by touch, but for her we'd have to bust out he one thermometer we had. Regardless of the exactitude of the temperature, it was inevitably returned for being \"too hot\". It was almost always three tries to get it right, and she would then complain that we could never make \"coffee\" correctly. Yeah, well, then go to a fucking froo froo coffee shop bitch. Also, NEVER tipped in the three years she came in, and ALWAYS stayed till after closing leeching wifi then would complain when we had to kick her out, and then take 20 minutes to shut down here old ass win 98 laptop. God I hated her. \n\nEdit: okay i lied they weren't that quick.",
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"body": "I'm in a punk band and was playing a show in Las Vegas at a place called the Double Down. It's a notorious for being a pretty raunchy punk bar but I didn't realize how bad it really was until I played there.\n\nI was drinking my $5 holler ($5 for PBR and Ass Juice) waiting to go on when I noticed some guy in front of me swaying in his seat. He gets up out of nowhere and tosses a chair onto the stage. Unfortunately there is no bouncer so the bartender yells at the guy to get the f*** out. The drunkard stumbles over to the bar and yells that he just got his drink and won't leave and stares down the bartender. \n\nThe bartender goes into hulk mode and slaps the dude's drink out of his hand. I see him yell \"Alright\", throw his towel down, clap his hands and come out from behind the bar. He clothes lines the drunk guy and knocks him to the ground then literally drags him to the door by his shirt. The drunk dude finally realizes whats going on and gets up to pull the bartenders shirt over his head. The bartender gets a blind swing in and drops the dude at which point other people step in to push him outside.\n\nI'm from California and I have never see bartenders take care of business like that before. Everyone applauded him and the bartender continued to serve the rest of the night. The drunk dude was lucky that the 500 pound somoan bouncers that showed up later weren't around.",
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"body": "One time I had very nice customers, and a terrible boss.\n\nI was working as a henna artist in a piercing store. My boss rented a corner of the store, and would hire people to do henna tattoos. I enjoyed the job for the most part, except whenever he would randomly come in. I got to work and a customer came in right away so I started on his 'tattoo'. Then my boss came in and he had dragged this couple off the street and was convincing them to get henna tattoos. Somehow he convinced them each to get a $50 tattoo. I was working on this other person's design, which was kind of complicated and was going to take a while. I heard him tell them that I would be ready in 5 mins. Then he left. I told them it would probably be longer of a wait, and after 20 or so minutes they came and told me they were in a hurry.\n\nI proceeded to go off about how stupid my boss was, and that he was an idiot for telling them I would be done in 5 mins without even talking to me. They sympathized, put a $20 bill in my tip jar and left. \n\nMy boss came back a little while later and asked how the couple he had signed up made out. I told him that they left because they were in a hurry and that he hadn't asked me how long I would be. He flipped out at me, so in defense I said \"It obviously wasn't my fault that they left, because they left me $20\". Then he TOOK THE $20 FROM ME. \n\nSome people told me later that it's illegal to take tips from your employee. Anyways, this guy was a douche.",
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"body": "\"So, were you here for Katrina?\"\r\n\r\nJesus tap-dancing Christ! I work on Bourbon and I must get this question about 5 times a day. Hey, asshole, remember that really horrible traumatizing event that happened in your life? Yeah, let's talk about that.\r\n\r\nDo bartenders in New York get questions like, \"Hey, were you at the towers for 9/11? What was it like? Was it all *POOOWWW* *KABOOOM* *SSSSSHHHHPEEEERRRRRRGGGHHHHH*!!!\"\r\n\r\nFUCK YOU!\r\n\r\nEDIT: Blind rage",
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"body": "I worked as a waitress when my family owned a pub. It was mid-week and the restaurant was pretty busy. I went up to one table to take their order, i say something along the lines of \"Hiya guys, I'm Emma, can i take your drinks order?\". To which one guy finds hilarious, stands up and laughs at me, tells me he didn't understand a word. I'm not the loudest person ever but the other people didn't have a problem as they were about to order. He then tells me to take off my apron and sit down in his seat, i did because i didn't want a scene. He then put on my apron and acted out what id done, it was most patronizing pale little white girl impression he could muster. We all laughed it off. At the end of the night when he gave me my tip he handed me a £5 note, which was generous, then when i thanked him and was about to take it, he snatched it back, put it in his pocket and laughed, \"Only kidding\". What a bastard.",
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"body": "this is kind of off topic, but still an entertaining story.... I work in a large electronics store, and like everyone else in the U.S. that works in retail i'm sure you know that all of the crazies come out on black friday. Well this past black friday we had a shifty looking guy scooting around the back of the store, our loss prevention guy noticed him and started keeping his eye on him. eventually the guy grabbed a GPS and shoved it inside his coat, when that happened one of my managers and a loss prevention guy confronted him. needless to say the guy took off taking my manager out in the process. The guy ran through the store and through the car audio install bay into the back alley, my manager and a few other guys took off after him. My manager gave up the chase (not as fit as he used to be) and the other guys started gaining on the shoplifter, when this guy noticed this he jumped over the back wall. now the thing is the back wall seperates the alley and a HUGE hill that goes down at an almost verticle angle towards the freeway. All that was seen was the guy cartwheeling towrds the bottom. later it was discovered that he ended up dropping the GPS when he originally knocked my manager over.\n\nTL;DR guy tries shoplifting, fails, and then falls down a sheer drop in an escape attempt ",
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"body": "In high school I was a waitress at a sandwich shop out west. Customers would stand and order at the counter and we would bring the food out to their tables when it was ready, or bag it if it was to-go. One day we had a woman come in and order six or seven meals to-go. It took some time to get them ready and as we were fixing them she became increasingly agitated. Finally (after about ten minutes) she exclaimed \"Can't you hurry it up?! I left a baby in the car!\" This was in 100 degree weather. It is illegal. We were horrified, and threw her food at her. ",
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"body": "I worked as a Security Guard at a nice mall and when I first started we had a routine in the morning of unlocking the doors in the morning to let people in. Granted none of the stores were open yet. We had all these old ass people called Mall walkers who felt entitled for some reason. \r\n\r\nOne morning I was a little behind in opening one door and one man was literally banging on the door mad as hell. I opened the door and I swear the old man bum rushed me asking me what the hell my problem was.\r\n\r\nWe dealt with them for awhile even sort of accomodating them. The fact that they did nothing but walk the mall in complete saftey and comfort year round and in turn become ungrateful pisses me off. They did not spend money. They would walk fast as shit and would literally run you over and each other over. Literally talking shit about the one who walked the opposite direction. Some were nice and grateful but most were assholes.\r\n\r\nSome would even walk the parking decks. Shit is beyond me.",
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"body": "I was the shift-leader type guy at a pizza place when I was in high school. I waited some tables, handled the money, made sure the customers were happy, and did simple cost stuff like making sure we were turning the required amount of profit compared to expense. The wait staff were constantly being screwed over on their tips (by the customers and the company), so I also did quite a bit to make sure they were fairly compensated for their hours.\n\nThe biggest screw-over, by far, was this one church group that would always come in during really busy times on Sundays. They were atrocious people; rude to the staff, demanding, huge mess, etc. To top it all off, the preacher would always pay with the church's card, so it was all on one bill, but he would never tip on the card, and none of the other people EVER left cash for the multiple servers it took to handle their huge group.\n\nIt only took a couple of times before I found a loop-hole that let me ring them up, get the bill paid, and get them out the door, then go back later and re-ring it in the system as a tax-exempt purchase for a church. Then I'd give the difference to the wait-staff. It was meager (8.5% at the time, I think), but screwing a rude church group over to give them at least something was extremely satisfying. ",
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"body": "i used to work at a seafood restaurant/bar. it had this outdoor veranda where people could sit and listen to live music, plus a dock- so you could go by boat if out on the river or coming in from the islands. it was a pretty cool concept and the look of the place was quaint but kind of adorable. unfortunately, the boat passage made drunk fisherman a pretty regular occurrence. the theme of the establishment was pirate-esque and all of the servers/ bar tenders had to wear these t-shirts with the picture of a treasure chest on the back that said \"surrender the booty\". REALLLL CLASSY. it didn't help that it stays 80+ where i'm from for about ten months out of the year so shorts were sort of an unofficial part of the uniform. also, some of the girls i worked with were of... well, questionable character, at best. which again, did not help the situation... so, anyways. it's a saturday night, the place is packed and it was easily 90 degrees (mid june or early july i think). now getting heckled at this kind of establishment was not exactly a rarity but i never got used to it so i would freak out constantly. on this particular evening i had already had a table of sixteen year olds that left me a fifty cent tip and a woman who after having drunkenly snatched her daiquiri out of my hand spilled the red iciness all over her white bathing suit (the bitch had it coming- a fifty year old woman had no business being in a partially see through, deep v one piece in private let alone at a fucking restaurant) this of course was blamed on me. but whatever, life's tough. so, i'm doing my rounds when this old man keeps yelling something like \"hey goooood lookin'\" \"why don chu come over herrrre for uh meenut\" in my direction. apparently he didn't like that i kept ignoring him so instead of giving up he just continued to get louder and louder and louder. finally on my third walk through it seemed like i had successfully dodged him when all of a sudden i hear in my ear a scratchy voice saying \"surrender the booty, eh? darlin', i sure wisssh yoouu would\". bam. i'm done for the night. i start hyperventilating and get the fuck out of there. i had something like ten tables still open. i still get the fucking heebie jeebies when i think about it. yikes. ",
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"body": "I don't know what was the meanest but the inconsistently ignorant/inconsiderate thing was to bitch at me every time I informed a customer that we were out of something. \n\nThe fact that I work in the restaurant does not mean I am responsible for every action that goes into the sustained operations of said restaurant; food inventory quite literally has nothing to do with me.",
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"body": "On a $100 tab, I was left no tip. Nothing. But they did leave me something: a verse from The Bible. Below the book and chapter was a short excerpt from the given verse scrawled on the bottom of the Merchant Copy receipt. Though I don't remember the exact verse, it dealt with generosity.\n\nI so wanted--and still want--to believe that the irony was not lost on her. However, I know it was.\n\nI quit a week later after the same woman did the exact same thing--right down to the same verse and excerpt--to another waiter.\n\nEDIT: Unrelated to that incident, about a month before I was showered with half-chewed penne bolognese when refilling an elderly man's glass of water. He was saying Thanks, so, I didn't hold too much of a grudge. Though, if he had had more than three teeth, that probably would have helped to keep the food in this mouth and not on my white dress shirt.",
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"body": "I've been serving for a while now. It's my trade, not something I do to pay for school or anything. \n\nMy favorite is not so much the rudeness, but the lack of respect. At my bar I make drink called a Ramos Gin Fizz. Some bartenders say this is the most labor intensive classic cocktail to make (mojitos are not hard or labor intensive to make, so stop complaining about them, bartenders.) I usually have these (Ramos Gin Fizzes) ordered on slow nights by cocktail geeks who understand and appreciate the process. It takes about 10 minutes to fully do this cocktail. \n\nSo one night in the middle of a Saturday rush I had a group of 4 (fucking hipsters) all order this drink. There happened to be a small lull, so I was able to do it. They each paid individually with debit cards, which was a pain and LEFT A 50 CENT TIP EACH. Then the bar got really busy and they wanted 4 more and announced they wanted them by tugging on my arm as I walked past. Let's just say I took my sweet time making them. So probably 20 mins later they got their Fizzes. \n\nThen they had the gall to ask what took so long...\n\nDamn hipsters.\n\nHere's my buddy's site on so many good and bad server stories. http://www.servernotservant.com/",
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"body": "I used for work for Admissions at a local university. I was on 'Student Service' duty when a student came up to the front desk and asked about her admission status. I looked up her file and saw in big bold letters: REJECT. DOES NOT MEET MINIMUM REQUIREMENTS. I hate being the bearer of bad news, so I told her as nicely as I possibly could that the competition this year was stiff and that she didn't get accepted. I saw her face turn white and she was speechless. To break the awkward silence, I told her she can file for an appeal to the decision and I can give her the necessary form. I bent down to get her the form and as I came back up.. she was gone. I couldn't see her anywhere nearby. Just then all the other students around the desk looked horrified and were point to the ground. So I went around the main counter and saw her having a seizure with foam coming out of her mouth. Being a licensed paramedic, I tried to provide her as much assistance as I could until university response team came in. As I was trying to help her, she put a death grip on me and wouldn't let go. As she came to her senses (or maybe not) she comes close to my ear and says \"fuck me\". I was like \"whaaaaaaa?\" lol She then starts to dry hump my leg. My supervisor comes out at that exact moment... only to find me on the ground with his crazy women dry humping my leg. It took three people to pry her off me before university security/paramedics took her away. \n\nMy supervisor then gave me a lecture about going around the desk and she said what I was doing was not acceptable behaviour (yeah. thats what I though: crazy bitch). Anyway, what I learned from this incident: If a crazy women is having a seizure.... kick her in the baby maker and make sure she passes out.... then help... lol",
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"body": "Best retail story: I was working in book/video/music store on Christmas Eve. I had to cashier, which I hated, but was necessary because the store was *packed*. We usually had only 3 or 4 registers open at time, but that day we had all 8 or so open, with lines backed up 10 customers thick.\n\nI'm ringing people up when suddenly some guy a full 3 customers back in line starts *yelling* at me \"Come on! Hurry up! This shouldn't take all day! Why are you people so *slow*!\" Etc, etc. I say something like, \"I'll be right with you, sir\", but just saying anything just brought more complaints from him. In fact it *was* taking a long time...because it was Christmas Eve and every body had 50 fucking items they were buying, including the complaining douchebag.\n\nSo the guy grumbles and keeps yelling at me from the middle of the line when an avenging angel appears. The woman standing in line right in front of the guy turns around, looks him in the face and says in a loud, authoritative voice \"SHUT UP. YOU ARE A DICKHEAD. FUCKING SHUT UP.\" The guy is actually shocked speechless. And shuts up. Virtually everyone else in line starts cracking up. Douchebag doesn't say another word, even when it was his turn.",
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"body": "I live in Dallas (actually Las Colinas for you Office Space lovers) and was at a Denny's on 635 and Preston around 1AM. My party was seated a few tables away from a large group of about thirty patrons occupying the large corner booth, two adjacent booths and four tables next to them. In the middle of this large group of very well dressed people was Deion Sanders. I watched closely as three waitresses hustled non-stop to take care of the very loud and obnoxious group. My table was there just to chat over coffee and we stayed for about an hour and a half. Twenty minutes before we left, Deion's group vacated the restaurant. They left a huge mess that looked like a daycare had been served. A few moments later I hear, \"That son of a bitch!\" and found that the gold chain clad football star left no tip of any sort.\n\nTL;DR: Deion Sanders and his entourage of 30 people left no tip for the three waitresses at Denny's who served them for over an hour.",
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"body": "I once had a person berate me for a nickel (in his favor) in front of his wife and my girlfriend. \n\nI worked in a small Italian restaurant in NY and we did all the calculations by hand on every check. Maybe we got it wrong sometimes, but no one ever seemed to care. One night, my girlfriend and her friend came in for dinner, which we planned in advance. A regular customer came in with his wife. I served all my tables and was chatting with my girlfriend at the bar near the end of the night. This guy comes over and starts saying that his check is wrong, the math doesn't work out. So I check it over, and indeed, it was $.05 lower than it should have been (meaning he had to pay less), so he gets very loud and I am very humble and I apologize and I can see my girlfriend getting more and more angry with him. He gets pretty loud, demanding that all the work be checked for all the checks in the place and saying other stuff which I don't really remember. All the while, I am humbly apologizing and watching my girlfriend get angrier with him.\n\nWe finally diffuse the whole situation and everyone leaves happy, the guy always came back and I ended up marrying her, so I guess it all worked out in the end. \n\nSide note, we had so much fun working in that place. My customers used to come in and say \"We come for the food, but we stay for the free floor show!\" We use to joke and laugh, people always told me I should just be mic'd up and have the audio stream over loud speakers, since it was a running comedy routine. Those were great times!\n",
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"body": "I had one scummy guy put his hand down the middle pocket of my apron and \"hand hug\" my cootch, asking \"is this where you put the good tips?\" Nasty.",
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"body": "Years ago I worked at a bar in Beach Haven over the summer. There was an older gay man that came in with a huge retinue of beach lads and I waited on them all afternoon. I don't remember the tab but it was several hundred dollars. They drank a lot and ran me ragged. He didn't leave me a tip. \r\n\r\nOh yeah, my first night waitressing at DuVals in Berkeley I got a multi pizza, several quarts of beer order for some guys who took it downstairs. No one told me there was a back door. \r\n\r\nMy horror stories are less than horrible, reflecting as they do a fortunate life.",
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"body": "I once went to serve 2 ladies who I hadn't seen come in. When I got to their table, one was drinking a can of coke, so I started out by saying politely that we don't allow outside drinks, at which point she cut me off to state that she had gotten it at the restaurant on her way in (we did have cans, but they were generally for take-out so it didn't occur to me that she had gotten it there) \r\nSo I apologized for the misunderstanding and turned to her friend and said \"ok, then can I get you something to drink\"...to which she replied, \"Well I don't know, seeing as you're being such a bitch\"\r\nI was shocked...Just kind of stood there for a second then walked away.\r\n",
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"body": "My family owns a Subway near our house. I worked over the summer a few times. I live near the deserts of SoCal, so it gets pretty hot. It was right after we had bought the place, so we had just put in outdoor tables, but didn't have umbrellas yet. The A/C was blasting inside. \n\nOlder guy, probably about 50, walks in the door, asks \"Do you have umbrellas!?\"\n\"No, they're still being shipped.\"\n\"WELL THAT'S TOO BAD, BECAUSE NOW I'M TAKING MY BUSINESS ELSEWHERE JERK!\"\n\"I'm sorry to hear that sir, they will be here soon though. Maybe next ti-\"\n\"DON'T PATRONIZE ME SON!\"\n\"Uh...K.\"\nAnd then he left.\n\nThree of my friends were sitting at a table, watching this. There was silence, followed by hysterical laughter once he left. \n\nHe did come back once we got umbrellas. I always used to put less meat in his sandwich.",
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"body": "I used to work at a very fancy French restaurant, but only behind the coffee bar, which had a $10,000 espresso machine--it was one of those kind of places. One morning, a large white man with huge neck tattoos sat at the bar and was joined by one of the hostesses, who apparently knew him. Typically, if a staff member's friend came, they would take care of them, or ask someone in particular to help. I looked over, raised my eyebrows, and the manager waved her hand that they were talking and were fine. I went back to serving other customers, but looked up again to check and see if the manager and her friend needed anything. She smiled and I came over, and she said to please get the gentleman some coffee. I turned around and poured him a cup, and when I got back she had gone. He looked at the coffee, looked at me, and said, \"I don't want this.\" I said, \"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought [manager] had asked me to bring you a cup of coffee. What may I bring you?\" He said, \"how about some iced tea.\" Now, the coffee bar was a small subsection of the French restaurant, and although it was strange, it was the coffee bar manager's position that we didn't serve iced tea in the morning at the bar, as it was typically brewed fresh and served later in the day--we just didn't have any brewed at that hour. I explained that we typically didn't have any brewed for the morning, that we made it only for lunch, and apologized. He looked at me like I had crossed a line. I begged his pardon, and asked if I could possibly find something else he might like to eat or drink. He said, \"what I want is a glass of iced tea.\" My manager wasn't in or this conversation would have gone a different direction--as in, please let me get the coffee bar manager--but as it was, I said I would go into the back and see if we could make some then. I asked the lunch staff, who were trickling in, if they might be able to make it, and they said sure, but that it would probably take about twenty minutes. I came back and explained the situation, adding that I could make some fresh hot tea and pour it over ice, if he would please select the tea he wanted from the options on our menu. He said that he didn't want tea over ice, he wanted brewed cold tea, and I agreed that that was better, but reiterated that we simply didn't have it prepared and that the employees who prepared it would have it ready in fifteen to twenty. At this point, he was visibly angry. He was leaning over the counter and his veins were popping, and he started telling me what a terrible employee I was. He said he didn't like my attitude. He told me, \"you're the waitress, I'm the customer, you have to do whatever I say,\" to which I replied that that was absolutely not the case, I was treating him with respect and that I demanded the same, and that he was being intimidating. He started telling me about how he used to come to there all the time, that the service had gotten really fucking shitty, and how he didn't have to treat any goddamn waitress with same respect that she had to give a goddamn customer. He said that he knew the owner really well and that he would get me fired in a minute. I apologized again for the inconvenience with the coffee and the tea, but at this point he was just angry. He told me that he didn't like my fucking attitude, and that he was going to get me fired from my little job. I started crying. I hate to admit it. I am a pretty strong person but I had been going through hell for the previous six months--a personal emotional roller coaster that had pushed me out of working a really great, salaried job, that I absolutely loved, to working as a waitress at a coffee bar. I had the emotional capacity of an orange peel at that point, and the idea that this total fucking douchebag could get me fired from the last bit of security I had was just outrageous and humiliating and painful. I just started bawling. He told me he was going to talk to the other manager, got up, and went and told him what I later found out to be a string of lies. He said I'd taunted him and called him names, when I'd done no such thing. I was hiccuping and crying at this point, and another customer who knew me was trying to make me feel better, but I was just too embarrassed. The first manager, who had known the customer, came over, and just looked at me so coldly. She was a chubby white girl in her mid-thirties, and had always seemed vaguely kind, in a hausfrauy, bland kind of way. As I stood there crying and asked if I could talk to her about it, she looked me up and down, and said \"I'd prefer it if we could talk while the other manager is present.\" She was awful about it and I will never forgive her for treating me that coldly. Later, the other manager came and sat down with me and said that the customer had given his story, I gave him mine, and he said he'd see what he could do. He was cold, too, but not as cold, and neutral, and as to my getting fired, he said, \"well, we'll see. If he really knows [the owner], then yes, I suppose you could.\" When the general restaurant manager, a lovely Australian woman, came in she was clearly horrified by how the other managers had treated one of their own staff--a server who had never received a bad review, had several customers who knew and liked her, and who was always punctual. She was so sweet and when I told her that he'd said \"you have to do whatever I want,\" and that my reply had been, \"no, I don't,\" she said that that was absolutely correct, and far from my being fired, she would prefer if he were banned. As it was, he didn't get banned, but he didn't come back, at least not while I was working, and I ended up getting a job in my field a few months later.",
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"body": "This happened while I worked at a local burger chain a few years ago. During my lunch break, I went over to a restaurant in the same plaza to join a friend for lunch. Shortly after we started eating our meal, this huge guy comes over to my table with his 2 kids and leans over me. He begins to almost scream in my face about how he had to wait 15 minutes for an order that was screwed up so badly that they decided to just throw it away. He then called me a lazy f'er because I wasn't at the counter taking orders when they were so busy and he wants a refund... FROM ME. He DEMANDS that I give him $23 and that I should just go back to my manager and ask for it from the til. I tell him there's no way I can do that, I'm on my scheduled lunch break and he needs to talk to the manager. I seriously thought he was going to grab me or hit me or something. My friend is sitting there shaking and looking like she just wants to scream. I mean... This guy was really pissed off.\n\nThe manager of the restaurant that I was at comes over to my table with someone who is much bigger than the first guy (I think he was the cook). The manager just tells the guy that he's going to have to take his order and leave. The guy's 2 kids look so embarrassed like they're ready to cry. The cook hands the guy a baggie and says in a lurch type voice \"this is your order\" and the manager then tells the guy once more that he has to leave.\n\nThe guy looks me in the face one last time, then stands up, rips the baggie out of the cook's hand, and leaves. His 2 kids start following. The guy pushes the door of the restaurant open so hard that it breaks the bell hanging over it.\n\nThe manager felt pretty sorry for me probably because I look like I'm going to cry. I was seriously scared. He tells me that he's going to pay for mine and my friend's meal, then tells me that he's going to call my manager and tell him what happened. I guess they know each other personally. \n\nI guess that during my break, 2 employees decided to quit right there and then. It got pretty backed up and was still really busy after I got back from my lunch. My manager felt pretty sorry that I had to go through that. After calling in a few extra people to work, he told me that I could take the rest of the night off, that they'll pay for the rest of my shift, and that I can take the next day off. I got a 3 day weekend out of the whole thing. \n\ntl:dr: Pissed off customer just happens to go to the same restaurant that I'm at during my break, violently yells in my face, demands I pay for his order because I apparently wasn't doing my job.",
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"body": "Not a bad story about customers, but good.\n\nI'm really clumsy, I mean it's bad, I don't know how I've survived. \n\nAnd in one night I spilled a whole salad with dressing on a man white a very nice silk tie, and then knocked over a bottle of wine ON A BABY!\n\nThey both left huge tips. I guess they felt sorry for me. ",
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"body": "I used to bag groceries at a local grocery store. The store was closing, and one chick was not even half done with her shopping. I volunteer to hang out at the end and bag all her stuff for her when she's done so the other baggers can go home. She takes another fifteen to twenty minutes to finish, checks out, and I bag up all her stuff.\n\nThen we take it outside, where she calls somebody to come pick her up. It's cold. The dude doesn't come for another five or ten minutes, and she just talks on her cell phone, ignoring me. The guy finally arrives, they watch me put all her food in the trunk, say thanks, and leave.\n\nI worked for tips only. ",
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"body": "I was at the table next to this. \n\nA table of about 12 people was watching a game during march madness when it got to the point that they were being a little too loud for the rest of the restaurant even tough it was an irish bar grill. They had been done with their food for some time with only a small plate of picked over cheese fries here and there and they were done ordering drinks too. After about 45 minutes of not ordering anything and just getting louder as the evening went on, a waiter comes by and informs them that it's very crowded, that people are waiting to have a seat and if they'd like to stay, they'd have to keep ordering stuff. \nWell this didn't go over well and the people refused so the bus boy was told to clear their table and the group was brought their checks. One guy had maybe 2/3 an ounce of beer left in the bottom of his tall and flipped his shit when it was taken away which prompted mr. Asshole to decide he's not paying his bill. \n\nFive minutes later he's in it arguing with both the waiter and manager and one of them slams the check on the table, tells him to pay it and leave immediately, but instead jerkface grabs a porcelain sugar dish and whips it at the waiters head which cuts his (bald) scalp and causes blood to run down the poor guys face. \n\nBy then the place had cleared out and a bit later the cops had shown up and got into a shouting match with this guy.\n\nAs I walked around the street corner I saw him drop and scream as he got tazed. I never found out if the bill got paid.",
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"body": "Some dude whipped it out and pissed on the floor in the middle of the dining room while his friend filmed it, then proceeded to threaten physical harm upon my being as I escorted him out the door. \nI found out that later that evening they were arrested with a whole tape full of evidence against them for all manner of interesting activities that night.",
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"body": "I was a courtesy clerk at my local grocery store. I was doing my job when I notice that a women comes to the counter with 3 carts full of food. Me and my coworker look at eachother and we knew we had to work on bagging her stuff together. The women starts demanding that every frozen item be put together and the same with fruits ( oh plus with paper and plastic). We finish up baggin her 3 carts and by the demands of our job one of us has to help her to her car. I'm pretty tall and look muscular so she asks me to do it. I'm waiting for her to pay when she takes out her ebt card. She tries sliding it and it gets declined. (Right away I knew . . . . . shit I'm going to have to put all this shit away). Well anyways she realizes she can't pay for the food, but rather then apologize and leave, she begins to yell at me! She starts yelling \"fucken idiot I wanted these double bagged\" \"look you didn't put the banana's by themselves\". after she kept telling me how stupid I was she turned to the cashier which only got called a bitch. By this time everyone was looking at her and so our manager came to straighten things out. He starts talking to her and she basically repeats all the insults she's yelled at me. My manager asks her to leave and she does. . . . But before she did she left a gift for me. She grabbed the eggs and milk and threw them on the floor and said her final dumbass to me and left. My manager looked at me and just said clean all this up and take all the food back. I was pretty pissed so I took my sweet time taking everything back.",
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"body": "I worked at an ice cream shop in college. Guy comes in and orders two scoops of chocolate in a cup. I give this to him and he pays, sits down and eats ALL of it. He then returns to the counter with his Hulk face on, throwing a shitfit because he says he ordered vanilla and I gave him chocolate. He shows me the small smudge of brown remaining in the cup as evidence that it was not vanilla. Umm...yeah.",
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"body": "I didn't really take this as something rude but more really funny but here it is...\nI worked at a pizza place taking phone orders, walk ins, and pretty much anything that needed to be done inside the store. It was Halloween evening and as you can imagine it got pretty busy, basically our manager fucked up pretty bad, and our delivery time got delayed quite a bit, and we were of course getting calls from customers waiting longer than the quoted time (which we added about 15-20 minutes to try and compensate) while I was answering phones I got a guy asking where his order was, I let him know what was happening (orders being backed up, drivers having to wait for their orders etc..) he didn't really want to accept this, saying we told him a time and he didn't get it in that long. At this point I was hoping he would just cancel the order because it wasn't even made yet and the lobby was full and all lines ringing. Well he decides to wait a bit more. A while later I got his call again, this time he's pretty irate and telling me that i'm ruining his kids birthday party because I made the pizzas late and they can't have cake or presents till the pizza gets there, he then went on to say that his order should be placed next on the list and that I should bring it out so I can personally tell his 6yr old and all his friends why the party has been ruined. I just laughed said sorry we are working on it and hung up. I felt pretty proud that apparently I single handedly ruined a birthday party by doing nothing at all. Also one of the drivers (the only one who wore a costume that night) was delivering in a dinosaur costume with a full tail and head piece too so that made the otherwise hectic night pretty bearable.",
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"body": "I had one couple that literally changed their order 5 times. I would ring their order in, go back to fill their drinks, they'd change their mind, I'd come back with more bread, they'd change again, etc. And then they tipped me $1.00 on a $65.00 bill.",
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"body": "Didn't happen to me, but I heard a customer of a friend of mine request that they wanted a white waiter/waitress instead.",
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"body": "not me.... i swear, but my cousins business partner said he could predict if a girl was on her period or not. he pointed to a waitress, said she was on her period. She came over and he asked... then she asked us to leave....",
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"body": "i had a plump, belligerent, tiny old rich man throw a full breakfast platter at me. i was coated with scrambled eggs and pancake syrup. (it was funny because i wasn't even his waitress. )\n\ni had a nasty drunk old man ask me to lean closer so he could repeat his order, and then full on kiss me on the mouth before i could even react.\n\ni have had many rude customers but i think those two top the list.\n\n",
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"body": "This one is evil on both sides:\n\nIn my early college days, I worked at MCI as a telemarketer (which is like Lord of the Flies with hair gel). I sat next to a guy who always had huge numbers and made all kinds of money. Normally we talked to hundreds of people a day, and made maybe 5-7 long distance switches. One day, call number one was a guy who said he had an executive rental property, and was thinking about switching 120 lines all at once. \n\nNeedless to say, this dude was jazzed. The customer wanted all kinds of information faxed to him, price lists, promotions written out, he even called competitors to get their rates, so the guy could compare. He spent most of that day on it, played a little phone tag, and ended up spending a major portion of the week getting the guy all this information, etc. \n\nFinally, at the end of this week, the guy reveals he has no rental property, has no inclination to change, and just hated MCI and wanted to waste someone's time. \n\nMy neighbor ended up calling the utility companies where the customer lived, and shut off his electric, phone, gas, and everything else he could manage. He told the utility people it was an identity theft issue and they shouldn't turn it back on without a particular password. He (obviously) got fired for it.",
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"body": "Not a restaurant/foodservice thing, but I'd consider being a mover a service job.\n\nI worked at a moving company for a few summers. When you work at a moving company you get to see people's stuff, and oftentimes the customers will help you out with your job if the bill is hourly in order to reduce the time it takes, so it can be a somewhat awkward customer-employee relationship.\n\nOne day I got a move in a city about an hour from our home office, moving to a storage unit in another city, also about an hour from our home office, but in the opposite direction (so two hours from load to unload). The manager seemed a little weird when he handed me the slip, and he mentioned that this was the second day we'd sent a truck out to them. Upon getting in the truck I found out from the other dude why the manager seemed weird, apparently these people had so much stuff that the last people ran out of boxes (which we carried tons of, because we sold them) and on top of that, not all of their stuff could fit into one truckload so they had to make two trips. We loaded three times the normal amount of boxes into the truck, because apparently they still had lots of stuff.\n\nWhen we got there, it was as though the customers didn't realize that they were moving. *Nothing* was packed except for a single stack of boxes. They said that the day before they'd moved their stuff to their new house, and now all they had to do was move stuff to storage. It was an *assload* of stuff. We had wardrobe boxes, which you use to put your hanging-up clothes in. Typically it takes about three wardrobe boxes to haul two closets worth of clothes. We used 17 on just the wife's clothes (they weren't super nice or anything, just normal old lady clothes. These people didn't seem rich). Her excuse was \"I work in an office\". Hey lady, I work in an office during the school year, and I have a normal amount of clothes. All of their stuff was in ridiculously large quantities that seemed to have been accumulating since the '70s. They started off helping us out, but as soon as the husband left to haul stuff to the dump the wife turned into a ridiculous control freak about how we packed stuff and the order it went on the truck and stuff. Not only that, but she let her granddaughter run wild, coming up on the truck, unpacking boxes to play with toys, and generally being annoying. I'm pretty sure the husband just went to get away from her, because he didn't come back for about eight hours. We also had to wait for the wife to clean all of the carpet before we can leave with the trucks, because for some reason we needed to be there while she did that.\n\nFast forward about 15 hours. It's 1:00 AM and we finally get to the storage unit, which is huge. Storage unit doesn't properly describe it, warehouse is more fitting. We finally get all of their crap into the storage unit. Now, people don't move often enough to really know what proper etiquette is with movers, but generally you leave a tip. If the movers worked for you all day, $20 per mover is a good starting point. Ignorance of this fact is excusable, but if you know you're supposed to tip and you don't that pisses me off. At the end of the move, around 2:00 AM, the guy calls me and my coworker over and says, \"I've gotta give you your tip\" and proceeds to pull out two beers. I politely declined, but my inner voice was saying something to the tune of \"Two fucking beers?!?! We just worked for you from 8AM to 2AM the next day and your cheap ass can only tip us with two fucking beers?!?! Not to mention that I have to drive back, I'm already sleepy as fuck so it'll be hard enough to do it unimpaired, our company has a zero tolerance policy about drinking and driving (blowing anything other than a 0.0 would get you fired), I have to be up for work in four goddamn hours, and it'll take one of those to drive home, and all you can do is tip us with two fucking beers?!?! I can't pay tuition in beer! My landlord won't take beer in exchange for letting me stay in my apartment! Fuck you sir!\"\n\ntl;dr: worked my ass off for 18 hours moving an unhelpful customer's shit, he tries to tip with beer despite the fact that I have to drive a large truck back home. \n\nedit: I'm pretty sure my working the next day was breaking some trucking laws, but I needed the money and my company needed the drivers, so it was mutually beneficial lawbreaking, without any horrific gory explosion filled tragic wrecks as a result, so it's all good. If my company had been more of a stickler for the law, his crappy tip would have been even worse since his shitty amount of stuff and unhelpful packing would have made me miss a day of work.",
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"body": "I was working at Safeco Field serving pretzels (at a HUGELY inflated price. $4.50 a piece). Anyway, this guy walks up and order around 6 pretzels and hands me $25. He looked like he was digging around for more money, but apparently not because he asks me why I'm \"Looking at him like a retarded bush monkey?\" Shocked, I said 'Sir, it's $27\" Too which he replied 'Don't be such a fucking Jew\"\n\n",
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"body": "I've been in the food/restaurant industry for most of my life and have quite a few stories. I am a Korean Jew (adopted and raised Jewish) which has led to plenty of very pleasant encounters but also some very uncomfortable ones.\n\nOne time I had an older gentlemen who kept trying to joke with me by bowing at me and pretending to be from Korea, even though he was clearly first generation Indian. This included babbling words that were not Korean but what he thought *sounded* like Korean. When I explained I was adopted and didn't even know any Korean, he laughed and acted as though I was lying. Very very offensive.\n\nAnother time there was a group of older Jewish women. They were chatting away as I approached the table. When they finally decided to acknowledge me, I said, \"Good evening, my name is Angie and I'll be taking care of you this evening.\" One of the women gave me a confused and somewhat disturbed looked and blurted out, \"You don't LOOK like an ANGIE\". The other women laughed. I smiled, leaned in and said, \"Well I don't LOOK like a Jew either, but I am!\". They all looked disgusted and were silent. I smiled and asked if they wanted anything else to drink.\n\nThe worst by far though was, as a supervisor, one night one of our investors had two bones in his fish. I went to the table to apologize and find out what would make him happy. As soon as I went to the table to introduce myself and shake his hand, he grabbed my hand, squeezed it hard enough to crack my joints, and then held on as he proceeded to curse me out and tell me that the entire company was going to fail if we didn't fix this problem. Also the two bones (that were about an inch long each) had almost KILLED him (he hadn't even ever put them in his mouth, he picked them out with his fork). He continued to cuss me out while tightly crushing my hand for at least ten minutes. The entire time I just nodded, agreeing with whatever bull shit poured out of his mouth and apologizing, hoping he would let go of my hand. Mind you, this man was yelling loud and hard enough that he was spitting in my face and the other guests at his table were asking him to stop. When he finally released my hand I pretty much just walked away, got my superior to go over to the table (where he proceeded to yell at the partner until he realized who he was yelling at, which upon finding out it was the partner, he stood up and gave him a hug and joked about firing the kitchen staff). Biggest douche bag EVER. ",
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"body": "i work at a card store over christmas breaks when i'm home from college. the majority of people that come in the store are older women. one of these older women (probably about 50+) came up to the register with a handful of cards and the conversation went something like this...\nMe- Are you all ready ma'am?\nCustomer- excuse me?\nM- Are you ready to check out?\nC- you called me ma'am. i'm not married, shouldn't you call me miss?\nM- I'm sorry ma'am i was just raised that way out of respect. i pretty much automatically call anyone over the age of 20 ma'am married or not.\nC- you did it again! seriously!? are you that stupid!?\n\nShe then proceded to go on a five minute rant about how horrible my customer service was and for some reason started bashing half the products in the store like it was my fault and i had any control over any of it. i couldn't get a word in edgewise to even go say \"let me get my manager for you\" my manager eventually did come to my rescue after hearing all the ruckus. she came to my defense asked the customer to leave. and proceeded to give me a raise once the customer left",
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"body": "I had a job at McDonalds in high school while I was 17. One night, a young guy around 23 years with long blond hair drove up to the window and ordered me to give him a free burger along with the rest of his food. I politely declined. He called me all sorts of names as I handed him his order. He kept screaming at me, so as he drove off, I told him to go fuck himself.\n\nA few minutes later, I see his friend who had been in the passenger seat driving his \"car\" and realize exactly what is going to happen next. The original guy is hiding behind the wall right next to the window and flips around and tries to sucker punch me. Luckily, I had seen his friend and sensed something wasn't right and flinched out of the way. The dude directly punches my headset, hard, but it absorbs all of the blow and I come out completely unscathed, although a little shaken up. He probably fucked his hand up pretty good. Then, he jumps in the car and asks for the food he had paid for (I had been working in the second window). My manager refuses to give him the food, then realizes its probably best to get this nutcase off the premises. He turns to me and three other employees and says \"I am going to give him his food, you guys write down his license plate as he drives away.\" We did.\n\nThe police arrive 10 minutes later, interview me, trace his license plate and tell me he has a warrant for his arrest for not showing up to court for a speeding ticket. The officer says he will be back in 20 minutes. 5 minutes later, the officer comes back and says they found the guy at his house and arrested him for the warrant and for assaulting me. Two weeks later, I see his long brown haired friend who drove the car at a convenient store. He threatens to kick my ass, and I subsequently tell him I will get his ass arrested just like his friend. He walks off, like a bitch. \n\nThe next day, I tell my fellow co-worker about the whole thing. My co-worker also happened to be initiating for the gang Black Disciples, but he liked me because I always gave him rides to and from his drug deals. He knew the guy who had punched me to be a small time drug dealer named Gracun. He said the dude would never fuck with me again. Later I found out that he had pulled a shotgun on Gracun and threatened to kill him if he ever fucked with me. By this time, Jamal (the black disciples guy) had stopped working at McDonalds and I never saw him again. \n\nThe pièce de résistanc of this entire story is that the dude who had assaulted me drove a mini van. That, and the district manager who found out about the incident later was extremely upset that we didn't immediately give the food to the guy after he punched me, saying it was bad customer service. That douchebag was eventually fired for sleeping with his subordinate. When I told the owner that the district manager gave me a talking to for not giving the guy his food, the owner was pissed. Ahh McDonalds. This was 1993 btw. Gotta love it.",
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"body": "i worked two full time wait jobs summer between college freshman year and sophomore year.\n\nand at my evening/night job there was a waitress who would come in after her shift at red lobster, wearing her uniform. no one wanted to wait on her. she complained and complained and never ever tipped.\n\nso one night i said i would take her, i made sure everything was top notch. . .coffee brewed that second piping hot, her meal out in time etc. ..her every need catered to. ..and she again stiffed me.\n\nso i followed her out to the parking lot and asked her 1) was there a problem with her service? 2) why she does to us that which she clearly knows is wrong being that she is also a waitress.\n\nshe slipped me a $10 and ran off. :p",
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"body": "I never worked any of these jobs, but when I worked at CVS when I was 15 this mean old woman used to come in when we were about to close and complain about everything. She bitched at me for vacuuming claiming she would trip and sue me and the store. I told her not to come back until she invents a fucking cordless vacuum.",
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"body": "I was working at a hotel once at the front desk a while back. An older couple came in wanting a smoking room and we were having some work done on all the smoking rooms, so i apologized and told them i could upgrade them to a suite since we didnt have a smoking room availible. The old man, (was wheeled around an oxygen tank!) called me a heffer, told me to go to hell, and stormed off to his room. \r\n\r\nAt midnight, the entire hotel had to evacuate. That moron decided he was going to smoke in his room like an idiot, which caused all the smoke alarms to go off in all 400 rooms. We had over a thousand guests who had to evacuate in the middle of the night and this jerkoff didnt even have to pay for his room. That night, no one paid for their rooms. Everything had to be free..... And he thinks im going to hell.",
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"body": "I was working at one of those sit down restaurants where you have to take your check and pay at the front (Cracker Barrel for those in the southern US). I was cashier, and one evening this guy comes up to me to pay his bill. I ask if he enjoyed his dinner, and he looks at me and says, \"Those hamburgers look like your face!\" I pause for a second, not sure that I heard him right. I say, \"Was something wrong with your meal, sir?\" \nHim: \"Those hamburgers look like your face!\" \nI slowly start backing away from the counter, the other cashier is busy with a customer, but I see them both glancing over at me and this guy. I ask, \"Sir, would you like me to get a manager?\" He says, \"I don't want you to do a damn thing! You use frozen meat for your burgers, which turns them white, JUST LIKE YOUR FACE!\" I am almost in tears at this point. He lays some money down, and walks off. The cashier next to me has saucers for eyes.\n\nBoth me and the guy were both white (were, like we aren't any longer, you know what I mean), so I don't think it was meant in a racist way or anything. But damn. What do you say to that?",
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"body": "There are lots of rude people out there, but one guy actually whistled at me like a dog so I would come fill his glass, while I was carrying an armful of dishes. It's like people actually forget we are human when we don our smelly tacky uniforms.",
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"body": "Yelled at for a little over a minute for toppings not being \"symmetrically dispersed\" (it looked okay to me) in front of my co-workers and a lobby full of customers. I said okay, insincerely apologized, and offered to remake it but he just stormed off. Felt better about myself.",
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"body": "This always pisses me off: It'll be 5 minutes before closing when a group of middle aged guys (invariably) come in, sit down and order $20 worth of food, and hang out for 2 hours, and then have the nerve to tip 10% when they finally do get out. ",
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"body": "It's not rude per se, but certainly odd. I was working at a movie theater, and the way things were set up, people waited in line to the right of the register, ordered, and then continued on to pick up any salt/napkins/straws whatever.\n\nOne night, a woman ordered a soda, payed for it, and went on her way. However, she came back about a minute later, asking \"Excuse me, but has anyone ever told you your straws are too small?\" I look at the soda she's holding, and I see she's using like three of those little red coffee stirrers instead of a regular straw. I tell her this, and where she can find the actual straws, to which she responds \"Oh, well, it's too late now.\" Weird.",
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"body": "I was working as a server on school breaks while I was in college, and I had never done it before. I wasn't bad, but I didn't deserve a gold medal or anything either. I'm a nice girl, though, so I was always polite, etc. One day I was serving 2 business-y looking guys, the place wasn't busy, and to my knowledge I hadn't done anything wrong. One of the guys asked how long I'd been serving, and I said about a month or two. He proceeded to sneer at me that he \"could tell\" and that I was \"still a little green.\" Completely undeserved and unsolicited, gave me one of douchiest looks I've ever seen, and my little then-teenaged heart just broke. I'm pretty good at customer service, and I've never told anyone off before (and I work in a call center, so I deal with a lot of shitty people), but I've always thought back to that stuck up son of a bitch and wished I had come up with some snide remark to knock him off his pedestal. It still makes me angry.",
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"body": "I was a waiter in a private community. I was paid well by waiter standards(15/hr) but no tips. Since they all had a \"stake\" in the restaurant, everyone thought that they owned the place. I would have just demanding general douchebags who never tipped(except for 1 young couple and this sweet old lady named Mary). They all knew we didn't get tipped and when they asked us if we did, I would always say no. They would respond with \"really?\" followed by no tip. One particular day, all the fat cows come down for sunday happy hour and their pussy whipped husbands get their own table. They suck down half priced martinis and become loud. It was a particularly busy sunday. So, instead of getting up to sit at their reserved table, they decide to sit on our small bar tables(like the kinds in hotel lobbies). I am walking around in the weeds because to save money, they only have 5 servers for 40 tables. Well, this one beaut is sitting there loud as all hell. I see her elbow her friend and look at me and say,\"silverwear....silverwear\". I snapped. this was the final straw of these shitbags. I told her, \"do not ever talk like that to me again. You can talk to your husband like that, but not me.\" Their jaws dropped. Thank god we shut down like a few weeks later.",
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"body": "\r\nThis client came into my line BRIMMING with self-entitlement and sarcastic attitude demanding to speak with a supervisor right off the bat. You could HEAR her head bobbing left and right over the phone. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. Don't lie.\r\n\r\nNow that's just something I can't do. It's blanket policy; supervisors don't go to the phone where I work, no exceptions. I told her what I was able to do: \"I must apologize, m'am, but my supervisor isn't available--although I'm sure she'd like to get back to you. May I please have some contact information, such as a phone number and a time today that it would be most convenient for you to get a call back?\" \r\n\r\n\"No. You're going to transfer me to your supervisor right now.\"\r\n\r\n\"Again, ma'am, I'm sorry, but there isn't one available--\"\r\n\"I'll wait, but i'm not leaving this line until you transfer me to a supervisor.\"\r\n\r\n\"I must apologize again, Ma'am, but that is something I am not allowed to do. Is there anything else I can assist you with, then?\"\r\n\"Yes. You can transfer me to a supervisor.\"\r\n\r\n\"I'm sorry if there's been any misunderstanding, but again this is not an option we have. Is there anything else I can assist you with, ma'am?\"\r\n\"You OBVIOUSLY are incapable of helping me, so you have to transfer me to someone who can.\"\r\n\r\nI don't know what it was... as if my company's policy were the sole deciding factor that someone needed to judge my competence as a person. Now I know you could say, 'well that's just an interpretation of what she was saying, Draegur. She didn't literally SAY that you're incompetent and beneath her and thus she is entitled to tell you how to do your job'--but you didn't hear her VOICE. If you could for one moment imagine the exact pinnacle of the most sadistic, belligerant, passive-aggressive, sarcastic tone of voice you could possibly make, it may not be quite as harsh and grating as this woman was, but most people will at least know that you're digging deep, reaching down inside yourself and tapping the worst of your worst; and as such, with this woman, I could tell.\r\n\r\n\"Ma'am, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm not allowed to wait. If there's nothing else, thank you for calling.\"\r\n\"I'm going to wait.\"\r\n...I'm not usually allowed to hang up.\r\n\r\n\"Unless there is anything else I can assist you with, I will be required to disconnect the call..\"\r\n\"I'm gunna wait.\"\r\n...but when someone becomes a line-hog--and by this point I was shaking--\r\n\r\n\"I am sorry that I was unable to assist you today. The line will now disconnect. Thank you for calling.\"\r\n\"I'm gunn<click>\r\n\r\nI've had people cuss me out all the time. I don't even know what it was. I'm sure I missed a whole lot of what else went on, like trying to ask what the issue was that she needed assistance with, and several more iterations of how insufficient I am of giving her what she wants...\r\n\r\nbut eh. I'm glad I can't remember it very clearly anymore... ",
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"body": "This really isn't rude, but one customer literally asked me for \"oh, a quarter scoop of ice-cream please.\" She was elderly. When I arrived with my best attempt at giving her a quarter scoop of ice cream, she yelled at me for it being a half a scoop instead. \r\n\r\nOf course I was screaming in my head \"Well you senile old cat just eat half of it then\" but I wouldn't be in a job if I let my head say whatever it wants.\r\n",
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"body": "I work in a busy pharmacy that's set up with different areas for dropping off a prescription, consultation, and picking up/checking out. I was working at the drop off window and a lady came up looking for a refill on her insulin needles, but she didn't have any refills. You can buy the needles OTC, but we can't bill insurance, so I got a box of the needles she needed and asked her to step down to the register to check her out. This was a busy time at the pharmacy, and it was only me and the pharmacist working, and he was fillings scripts, and I typing scripts and checking patients out. There was an older man at the register that got there after this lady came up to my, so in my head, she was there first so she should be checked out first. I'm good with being kind, tactful, and courteous with patients, so I politely asked the man if I could check the lady out first. In a pretty somber and quiet voice, he said, \"sure.\" I thought things were fine, but then--still standing there--yells, \"do whatever the hell you want.\" I'm so caught off guard that all I knew to say was, \"excuse me?\" He said, \"well, don't just stand there looking like a damn fool.\" I make eye contact with the lady I was going to check out, and it's very clear she is absolutely fine with me checking him out first. At this point I was pissed off, but still professional, so I asked what I could do for him. He was picking up his wife's script, and the rest of the transaction was short and curt, and he received a genuine \"have a nice day\" from me because he really needed to calm down. When he left, I checked the lady out, and she complimented me on handling the situation and mentioned worrying he might take that aggression out on at home, which hadn't even crossed my mind. That's not a good feeling when you realize someone is probably going to hurt someone else. \n\nAfter the pharmacy got a little slower, the pharmacist and I just started laughing because it was so comical in hindsight. \n\nThat's definitely the most unexpectedly and unwarrantedly rude patient I've had, but that's certainly not the worst I've been treated by a patient.",
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"body": "I was 18 working at a second hand ladies clothing store. A little girl and her brother come in, they of i believe middle eastern decent, although i am not 100% sure where. She is being sweet and shopping around and the little brother goes over to the shoes. Picks up an almost brand new DC shoe. He asks to get the other one from behind the counter to try them on. I let him. Fast forward to the girl being done shopping and the boy trying to leave the store with the shoes on. I stop him and ask if he would like to purchase them. He says \"Yes, i have to ask my dad.\" He father comes in, sees the shoes are $16 and says he wont pay full price for these used shoes, once again this is a second hand store and the shoes were in perfect condition. I am the only employee/manager at the store at the time and explain i cannot lower the price of these shoes, because i do not have the authority but assure him its a great price seeing as though those were about $80 shoes. He proceeds to freak out on me tell me this is why God is punishing my country, because we are all \"greedy fucking Americans,\" again this is a used clothing store and i am the greedy one right? He continues yelling about me being an ignorant girl, all the while the son is thrilled his father is digging into me and the sweet little girl has a look of sheer horror, so sad. Finally he stops yelling, the whole store looks at him, i being young and naive am about to cry so i ask would he rather not purchase them. He throws a $20 at me i give him the change and he huffs and puffs out of the store. After that all the women who witnessed it said how they \"were\" going to step in at any moment and buy the shoes themselves. Thanks to that experience i have and will never let another customer bully me or get the best of me. ",
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"body": "Not my story personally, but at the store I used to work returns in I saw a man throw a set of heavy duty car truck mats at a pregnant customer service girl in a rage because she wouldn't return them once he had used them for 2 weeks and decided they 'didn't fit the way he liked'. She was at least 7 months pregnant, and showing like a 7 month pregnant woman would...",
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"body": "I had a 7top going and they were my last table of the night and trust me, they didn't have a chance to get their drinks finished before I was on my way back with a refill. Their food came out promptly and overall they seemed rather pleased. We joked around, I carried out with their small talk, you know the usual friendly chain restaurant protocol.... \n\nSince it was a 7top however i couldn't add gratuity to the bill like i could an 8. And since I seemed liked these people I probably wouldn't have done it anyways. So basically I just figured i would have a decent tip anyways, considering the size of the party and the fact it was all on one bill. \n\nTo my surprise these fucking cocksuckers decide to leave me absolutely nothing except a more refined and deep seeded hate for the food industry. Writing this made me mad allover again about this. Fuck. (this was at a Cheddars and it attracts the people who feel Applebees is pricey.....)",
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"body": "I'm going to pull one off the top of my head. This is likely not the rudest but at least a decent one.\n\nI work at Gamestop, and the DSi had just launched, so a promo was going on to essentially double the trade in value of a DS Lite toward the thing. No biggie, just had to test a heck of a lot of handhelds. One day this woman comes in with her son, he's a lil fella. Couldn't have been more than 6 at the most, but I'm willing to bet he was a bit of a runt because of his mother, the kind who is either going to raise an incredibly tough soldier or a meek little pussycat. The kid is dead quiet the entire time, but seems excited.\n\nAnyway, get to testing the wires on his charger, and it's got some cuts, some exposed wires. Now, I know there are plenty of GS complaints online and most people foam at the mouth at the thought of one of our stores, but I like my crappy job and the people I work with and we try to do a decent job. Part of this entails that we check all the cables and wires before bringing in product, we don't want anybody to get hurt.\n\nI inform the woman that we wouldn't be able to take the charger because it was a hazard, but if she'd like she could buy another charger to go with it, which would drop the credit she'd be getting by about $10 and the system would be fine. She proceeded into one of the loudest rages I've ever heard in my life. She started screaming calling it a little nick and saying we just wanted to charge her what she seemed to feel was a massive amount because of a tiny little gash, and then proceeded to say that she had bought things from us with exposed wires before (bullshit) that even shocked her when she stuck her finger in them. You have no idea how tempted I was to cut her off and ask why she would stick her finger into exposed wires while they were plugged in. I informed her that we try very hard not to do such things, and if she did find broken things she had purchased, she should have brought them in for a refund or replacement and apologized to her for having that happen.\n\nThat day I worked with my store manager, who had decided to jump in to help me out with the crazy woman. She was very kind and helpful as opposed to my standard deer-in-the-headlights routine of being yelled at by customers who I haven't personally attacked in any way. The woman started yelling that she wanted to talk to a manager, and when she was told that she *was* the manager, she wanted both our names and the corporate number. My manager decided to only write her own name on the card and the woman stormed out, terrified son in tow.\n\nFunny enough, the next customer was a guy in line who was laughing the entire time who had two DS Lites without chargers to trade in, who more than happily bought replacements for them and his daughters some DSi's, followed by someone who said they heard the screaming from far outside.",
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"body": "I was working at this steak house four or five years ago. One night, this group of eight women (all roughly my age) came in celebrating an occasion of some sort. So I went up to the table and rattled through my introduction and specials. \n\nStrangely, one girl at the table seemed very hostile towards me right off the bat. When I came around the table to get her drink order, she scoffed loudly, rolled her eyes and said, \"Now that I've seen you, I don't know if we even want to eat here anymore, okay? Thanks.\"\n\nI was fucking flabbergasted. For one of the very few times in my life, I was totally speechless. I stammered an apology and walked away from the table awkwardly to let the manager know I'd pissed off a guest for some reason that wasn't all-together too clear.\n\nMy manager told me to see if I could smooth it out by myself-- or at least see if I could see what the problem was first. So I left exited the kitchen and noticed the woman standing at the hostess stand. I approached her and said, \"Ma'am, I really am sorry for offending you but if you'd just--\"\n\n\"You honestly don't remember me do you, Logan? It's me... Jessi.\" \n\nAnd it suddenly hit me over the head like a frying pan:\n\nA couple years prior to this incident, I'd met this girl at one of my best friends house parties. Over the course of the night, I flirted with her, told her how beautiful she was and, eventually, had sex with her in my friends bathroom. At the end of the night, we went back to her place where I had sex with her again. \n\nThe next morning (when I sobered up) I realized that she was indeed not so beautiful. And upon reflection, I also realized the sex we'd shared was somewhat awful. So I slipped out of her bed while she laid beside me snoring and beat a cowardly retreat smug with the knowledge that I'd never have to see her again. \n\nI'm not a Lothario by any means. The entire night was so regrettable, I'd buried it deep within the useless knowledge sections of my brain-- somewhere underneath \"how to ride a jet-ski\" and \"improper fractions.\"\n\nLong story short: they switched servers and I got eight pairs of pissed-off eyes cut at me every time I walked past the table. ",
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"body": "I worked at a movie theater during college. One afternoon there was some big movie on and the concession was totally packed. We sold hot dogs, and the hot dog cooker was this slowly rotating wheel with about 25 or 30 spokes on it. Before the rush, we loaded the cooker with the maximum hot doggage possible. \n\nDoors open, rush comes, we're slammed and busy for 30 or 40 straight minutes. Then the movies start and things quiet down. Some guy comes out and orders a hot dog. I turn and look and the hot dog rack is empty, sold out. \n\nI say, \"I'm sorry but we're sold out. I'll put on some more, it'll be about 10 minutes.\"\n\nThe guy just **explodes**. \"What the fuck!! All I want is a hot dog and you people are just a bunch of fucking clowns!!\"\n\nI explain to the guy \"Well, we just had a rush and sold out. We haven't had a chance to restock the hot dogs yet\" etc, etc. But the guy is still flipping out.\n\nMy manager hears the commotion and comes over, frowning, says \"How can I help you, sir?\"\n\nSweaty-faced, the guy turns to my manager and says \"Watch this!\" He turns to my co-worker (also behind the counter with me) and asks in the most condescending voice possible \"May I have a hot dog, please?\" Co-worker tries unsuccesfully to not laugh, but ends up doing so with a big grin and says \"Yeah, but it'll be *really cold*!\" \n\nThe guy actually grrrs, actually throws up his hands in frustration like it was Cliche Day, then storms back into the theater. I was really pissed but my co-worker laughing at him broke the tension and we all started laughing, even my manager.",
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"body": "After reading all the stories, I feel like I have to post a story from the summer. I'm no waiter by any means (I always tip well though, if the sever is good) but we had this one experience...\n\nI was travelling through Austin with my girlfriend en route to Florida for another year of college. We stopped at her step brother's place in Austin to have fun/Schlitterbahn it up, etc. So we went to this really nice restaurant in downtown Austin for the brother's wife's birthday. It was some sort of restaurant where they bring you lots of little plates of food and you share with others. Anyways, we have about 12 people there, and we order a few pitchers of Sangria and a bunch of plates. We only had one waitress, who was only waiting on our table. The service was slow and terrible (no refills, we didn't have silverware until about 30 minutes after our food came because we couldn't get the waitress' attention, etc). When the bill came around, the tip included was 90$. We all refused to pay it, and the head chef came out demanding why we didn't want to pay his waitress. I put the cash on the table for our share of the meal, plus a bit extra for some tip, and got out while the rest of the party argued with the chef. I'm not sure what really happened, but I know I wasn't happy about a 90$ tip for terrible service.",
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"body": "Christmas Eve a few years back I was working our (coffee shop) drive through when my cash machine went offline. I was having to force all gift cards and credit/debit cards, even if there was no money on there it would go through. The problem was I couldn't ring anyone up for a gift card. I had a lady waiting in the line who said she needed a gift card, when she got to the window I told her my machine went down and now I couldn't ring her up for one. I suggested she come inside to see if one of the other machines could do it. (I had no idea it was all 3 that were down, I thought it was just mine.) She screams at me and I mean screams \"I can't walk, how dare you tell me to come inside, can't you see I can't walk?! What is wrong with you?! Tomorrow is Christmas and I need this gift card now!\" At this point my manager comes over, I tell him she wanted a gift card and that she got mad because I told her to come inside. He tells her the ones inside are down as well and I suggest she stop at another store (1.9 miles away/5 minutes) at which point she screams again \"You liar, you told me the ones inside were working! How dare you lie to me, I have no time to go somewhere else and can't you see I can't walk!\" Once he said there was nothing he could do (for the 10th time) she left. I still to this day do not understand what happened. I had no way of knowing she can't walk. Her car looked normal from everything I could see inside, I saw no wheelchair, crutches or any car modification, how am I meant to know you can't walk when I don't have any clue and you're driving a car?!",
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"body": "The worse place I've ever worked was Hallmark Gift Cards. It is lethal when you combine women, Christmas, and fine print on coupons for merchandise. I found the coupons from Hallmark to be similar to the ones from Macy's. They may say they have a sale, but on the back they list the brands and products that aren't marked down which pretty much covers everything you want a discount on. (Perfumes, expensive shit, etc)\n\nSince Hallmark sells more than their hallmark brand cards, it was almost hazardous to speak up to the angry women hoards that the 10 cards they're holding made by Shoebox aren't on sale. Some got angry, some got REALLY angry. One woman in particular had about 20+ cards and a figurine, the figurine and half the cards weren't on sale. We tried explaining to her that the ones she picked out weren't hallmark brand, she didn't understand. She kept asking why the hell we were selling them then, and why we gave her a defect coupon and lied when we greeted her at the door. (The hallmark I worked at was ridiculously greet-happy, we had to tell everyone we had a sale etc etc)\n\nLater we found out she ratted us out by calling the manager later. Little did she know the manager was standing right next to me as I was trying to check her out.\n\n\nAnother thing about the coupons (always those fucking coupons) is that they weren't even for our store. For some reason there are two Hallmark centers next to each other. One is up on a hill next to a Panera's, the other is in the mall across the highway. Some of the coupons were for them, others for us. And then there was a third coupon they tried to use on us from Coach house.\n\nThey would also get pissed if they couldn't use the code on the bottom of their receipt right away, and didn't understand why the internet was involved. \n\n\nTL;DR Middle aged women are crazy and don't understand the concept of fine print. \n",
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"body": "I work at an upscale chain restaurant. After giving good service to a couple on a busy friday night, they decided to order dessert. The kitchen was really slow on making the dessert so I sent a manager over after about 10 minutes and the couple just demanded their bill, saying that is was no problem they just needed to leave. The manager offered to have their dessert put in a to-go box and have it taken off their bill, but they still refuse and so I gave them the bill. They paid with a credit card, and on the credit card slip, they actually put a negative tip and then signed with a lower amount than what they actually owed on the total line, writing \"10% complimentary for delay\". Of course, since my restaurant is a huge chain, the manager I showed it to simply voided the entire sale, essentially forcing me to pay to give this couple service (because we tip out on ~3% of our total sales, even if they are voided).",
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"body": "I work at a very large electronics store in the home theater department. this one night only one other associate and I were present in our department trying to hold the fort. This one guy came up to the counter while we were helping other customers with their transactions. We assured him that as soon as we were done we would be able to answer any questions he had. after a few minutes he took off somewhere, so i finish up with my customers and go looking for him. I find him tearing open a box of cables whilst hooking up a display bluray player to a reciever, I also see that he's brought over some display speakers, and some speaker wire with the obvious intention of hooking everything up. I stood there taken aback as I wasn't sure what I was seeing. I asked him if he needed any help and he responded in a condesending voice \"No. I can help myself as you guys are just sooooo busy helping everyone else.\" the guy ended up buying some speakers, but he didn't pay for the cables he opened\n\nTL;DR: some jerkface was too impatient to wait and decided to open a lot of merchandise rendering it unsellable ",
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"body": "I worked in a casino that had electronic slot machines. When this elderly man came over from a bingo portion of our establishment I didn't recognize him. I knew most of my regulars and I know the machines can be costly and tricky to get the hang of. \n\n\nSo I wandered over his way and asked him if he wanted me to explain to him how to play any of the games or to show him how to get the help menu up for instructions. \n\n\nHe brushed me off and went on his way to gamble away his money and I went on mine. \n\nAbout five minuets later the same man comes storming up to me glaring and telling me that the slot machine stole all of his money. \n\n\nI asked him if he was playing on a GameKing (multi denominational machine) and get told yes. How much money he put in? 5 dollars. What he thought his bet was. He thought he was playing one 5 cent a turn. \n\nHe rants and raves and yells at me all the way to the machine. I used my slot attendant key to pull up some super secret menus that give us information like the bills put in and the times they were inserted and screen shots of the last x number of games. \n\n\nSo I check the bill he said he put in. Yup it was a 5 dollar bill, machine read it as a five dollar bill. \n\nHe continues to demand a refund. \n\n\nSo explain that now am going to go through the game history to see if the five dollars was accounted for in the number of spins he used. \n\n\nI pull up the game history and the guy had the machine set as a quarter machine and was max betting each time he hit spin. Normally at this point if someone has only spun once I'll explain I can't get them a refund but we can comp them a pop or coffee from the bar and will again offer to explain how to use the machines. \n\nI explain to him that I can't give him a refund because he had legitimately placed a bet and hit deal. I offer again to teach him how to use the machines properly. The guy starts screaming and yelling on the top of his lungs (at this point my manager comes on over the radio because she heard from some where else in the casino and says as soon as she's not supervising large amounts of cash moving about she'll be right there with security who are unfortunately with her at the time or in a lock down room waiting to start their shift. I leave my radio pressed so my manager (and security can hear what's going on). \n\n\nThe guy picks up his cane and starts graphically describing how he's going to insert it into my ass if I don't give him his money back and started lashing out at me with his cane. \n\nAfter the manager explained the same thing I did and refused to give him a refund the guy stormed out threatening to never come back. \n\n\nI saw him the next day. \n\n\nSix months later he pressed assault charges on a security guard of ours. Angry Old Man threw something at the security guard's face and when the guard threw up his hands to protect himself it bounced back on Angry Old Man. \n\nTLDR: Old guy wants a refund for stupidity and not accepting an offer of help understanding slot machines when refused becomes violent and threatens to anally rape my slot attendant self with his cane.\n ",
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"body": "Ok - So I just started this waitstaff shit a month ago, and I fuck up pretty much everything at some point, because it's all new to me. Now that it's getting solid, there's still some shit I'll just never be good at, and I know it, and kinda work around it (like the proper way to place sushi plates and deal with piles of hell on a table that the customers are still using.)\n\n I know it's only been a month or two, but every customer has been rad, really forgiving, or rather, just really happy in general, even when things get really bad. Sometimes they get mad at the sushi chef and store and are kind to me when it's actually my fault or at least I could provided an improved experience. I think I work in backwards world.\n\nBut holy shit, the owner gets really fucking mad, and really mean, and even cruel, the whole time, freaking out and being derogatory and actually quite manipulative - almost like a pimp in the emotional pain he seems to be trying to dish out, like's he's creating dependents - when all around him everyone's just really satisfied and loving the place.\n\nWeird!\n\nOh yeah - The worst thing was when I saw the owner hit one of the female workers while telling her in japanese she's good for nothing. That night I yelled at him in front of all his customers for that. It was a jolly scene! I haven't really been invited back to work much since then, but goddamn, you can't slap around the staff! That's almost worse than a customer treating a worker like shi--- well, it's very similar, I mean, half the products we buy are probably made under whip, but anyway, that was sort of a shocking, horrifying moment.\n\nI think in general it's good stand up for yourself and others during shocking, horrifying moments. We don't have to take this shit, from owners or from customers.",
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"body": "I used to work at Canadian Tire. We had a strict policy about returning automotive manuals once they were opened. Just like any books, you can't read them then return them. Every single package had a huge sticker that said \"Can not be returned once opened\". So of course one day I get a man who comes in with an entirely unwrapped manual, no receipt, and wants to return it. He said it was for the entirely wrong make and model. I asked him why he didn't notice that before he ripped the wrapper off? He said one of my co workers went to the back and got it for him, so he assumed it'd be right. I told him there's no way I could return it, I can't resell it. Plus, I didn't even have a proof of purchase to know what tender to return it on! I kept telling him I couldn't take it back, for all those reasons. He eventually picked it up, threw it at me, and said he'd never shop there again. I told him it'd be wonderful if he never came back, and there was a bigger Canadian Tire on the other end of the city if he so chooses to shop there. What an asshole. ",
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"body": "I was only a waitress for a couple of months- I worked with another girl- tiny, blond, and 18. One day her kid was sick so she needed to switch shifts so I did- some guy came in- my service was excellent and he stayed for a couple hours- I kept his drink refilled, etc. He left with no tip at all.. rude but not all that bad. I said something about it in the back and the owner said \"really? He always tips the other girl $5 even when he doesn't order anything\". He also never came back- I think he must have thought the other girl didn't work there anymore. I guess looks really matter when you're a waitress. ",
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"body": "Backstory: I'm young, petite, have a small geometric tattoo on one arm, and at the time I had mostly bubblegum pink hair.\n\nI was at the register at the bookstore I work at. This old lady in a scooter drives up to check out. No big deal, no issues at all. I'm polite and make sure to lean forward to hand her the receipt and bag, and offer to find her some help out the door. After I finish ringing her out, she tells me that I should stay away from drugs and that there's always plenty of work in jail. (Or prison or some variation, it's been a while)\n\n\n\nAnother time, at another bookstore in TX.... *Glances into the distance*\n\nI was checking out this lady's Christmas stuff a week after the holidays. It was clearanced at $1, and unbeknownst to me a sign outside had mentioned that it was an additional 50% off. I started checking her out, gave her the total, she swipes the card, card gets accepted.... And the shit hit the fan. She started going ballistic, accusing me of stealing her 50c. I informed her I could ring up her items again, but I'd have to charge her card and void the transaction. Once the credit card is approved, the POS will sit and wait until endtimes for a signature. There's nothing I can do short of unplugging the computer.\n\nShe was absolutely inconsolable. She was accusing me of stealing $1 total, since she had purchased two of product X. I called up my manager to diffuse the situation. I stepped back and started chatting with another fellow female register monkey. We were discussing whether or not to leave the register area to work on projects in the vicinity. We went so far as to say if we stay in our cage, nobody will come to check out. The instant we become immersed in something elsewhere, a huge line will form from the ether.\n\nDuring this casual banter, the embittered lady was finishing up the transaction with my manager. She looked at me and yelled at me that my discussion was inappropriate and that it was very rude, it made her feel unwelcome. \n\nAll that over $1. If I could have popped open the register to throw a handful of quarters at her from the get-go, it would have been extraordinarily satisfying.",
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"body": "I've got dozens, but the worst experiences I've had are probably the three or four times that a customer has referred to me as \"it.\" \"Look, it's too lazy to even empty a trash can without a customer reminding it,\" or, with a gesture to my coworker, \"I'm sorry that you have to deal with that, it's not very smart.\" \n\nI'm not remotely androgynous, either, so these weren't hamfisted attempts at gender equality, and I don't think any of them were English-as-a-second-language errors, either. All of these little interludes were situations where I genuinely believe that I did my best, but either my hands were tied by corporate policy or I was running an extremely busy cafe by myself because none of my coworkers could bother to come to work or some other situation that was firmly out of my control. I'm hard-pressed to think of a more disrespectful thing to do to someone. I mean, \"it.\" People in service jobs talk about not being appreciated as human beings, but damn.\n\nThe best part is that the coworker I mentioned in the \"it's not very smart\" part of my first paragraph was my boyfriend at the time. He didn't stand up for me at all, or even say anything to me after the guy left...he just apologized for my alleged stupidity and insolence, and kind of nodded to the guy, commiserating. *Never* work with your significant other, kids. \n\nOn the bright side, that man's kid found an excuse to come back into the store and she apologized to me on his behalf. She couldn't have been more than eight years old. \n\nMan, people suck.",
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"body": "Not so much outright rude, as wtf... I used to work in the music section of a chain mega-bookstore in a rural-ish town. For whatever reason, we had a lot of mentally challenged people come in... but of course only to the music section. \n\nOccasionally these flocks of severely mentally handicapped adults would come in chaperoned/babysat by one fully competent adult. It was bizarre, but the groups were always well-mannered and didn't cause any problems. \n\nOne time this lady lets her flock loose in my section, and this one *tiny* wizened old man comes over to my register/counter. His face looks blank, and there is something about him that is reminiscent of a very small child. He's holding his arms up in the classic \"tard\" (sorry) pose, and he proceeds to keep bumping into the counter making little puppy-like \"ug\" noises while blankly staring at me and trailing me as I work. It definitely didn't seem like anything sexual, but wtf am I supposed to do? Fortunately there weren't any other customers or it would have been reaaalllly weird. Seriously, who lets their mentally challenged charges wander around a store unsupervised? The lady chaperoning didn't even bother to see what they were up to.",
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Who else is SICK of religious saying Haiti was God's punishment, SICK of religious praying instead of acting, and SICK that the religious fear mongering is in full swing? | I am ready to puke.
Edit: This isn't an issue of wanting to DESTROY CHRISTIANS for their inability to show humanity, but an issue of SHUNNING THEM IN DISGUST for their absurd accusations (e.g. Pat Robinson), absolvement of responsibility through prayer (e.g. Televised people crying in churches with their heads in prayer), and fear mongering by their help coming at a price (e.g. "believe in Jebus / pray with us or you don't get the water...").
Edit Again: This ALSO isn't an issue of arguing that Christians aren't going to help those in need - it IS an issue of a percentage of that help coming at the price of "oh, but you gotta jump through my religious hoops first". There is a BIG difference between "here, you're injured and dehydrated, drink this water" and "here, you're injured and dehydrated, let's thank the lord that I came here to give you this water, but not before we THANK JEBUS FOR THE EARTHQUAKE, DERP!".
Edit yet again: If any of you honestly consider that anything "holy" were to cause this, then you 1) don't understand plate tectonics (oh wait, science bad! GOD DID IT), and 2) have a really fucked up definition of "holy". It is events like today that make me very very proud to be atheist, to see people in need, and to be able to offer my help (monetarily) without strings attached, without the need to absolve myself of responsibility, and without having to make those fear my invisible friend in the sky.
Last edit: If you haven't yet helped, there are a few other threads that have links to charities that could use some love. Those posts should be above this one, tbh, as LonestarRanger has mentioned. | 443 | [
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"body": "Ever notice how it's only when Black people are killed (Katrina, Haiti) that it is god's judgment but when a tornado kills a bunch of White people in Kansas it's not?\r\n\r\nStrange.",
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"body": "Haiti, one of the poorest countries in the world, gets hit by a massive Earthquake. If supposedly God did this on purpose, how can anyone worship a deity who bring more suffering on a people who are already dying? God must be pretty sadistic. ",
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"body": "95% of Haitians are Christian. Pat Robertson has gone full retard.\n\nSource: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion_in_Haiti",
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"body": "Yup me too!! I wish religious people would just go to heaven and leave the rest of us here to deal with life. ",
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"body": "I am sick of how every time there's a tragedy, we don't even get time to assess the damage before jackasses like Pat Robertson come in and, with no respect to the grieving, start going on about how this was punishment from god. Tell me, Pat, how would you like it if some natural disaster hit your home, killing your entire family, and as you picked yourself up out of the rubble, I came over and started going on about how this was divine retribution? Fuck him.",
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"body": "I posted something over there (/r/Christianity), my karma went from 10,000 to 9898 in minutes\n\nOh well.\n\n[donate here](http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2010/01/haiti_earthquake_how_to_help_a.html)",
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"body": "Oh, just wait until a couple of stories of \"miraculous\" survival and \"divine\" healing in hospitals come trickling out. Then we get to hear all about how thankful everyone should be to God for allowing a few people to survive the disaster he created in the first place.",
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"body": "I guess enough people prayed for Haiti be devastated. After all, that is how prayer works, right?\n\nI don't understand why people would pray for such a thing!",
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"body": "No one is saying that except for one senile old man.\n\nAlso, religious people pray AND act. I'm sure there's lots of Christians rushing to Haiti to help, just like they do with lots of other world crises.",
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"body": "I agree with you 100%. But dont forget there are some religious people that are out there in the shadows, that crave no attention, who are no zealots, without a penny to their name, actually doing what they preach. Very very few, but there are some. The great majority though are useless nuts that God left long ago.",
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"body": "I only heard Pat Robertson say it was god's punishment.\n\nReligious people are taking action and not just praying.\n\nI don't know what fear mongering you are talking about in the case of Haiti.\n\nWhat I'm sick of is circle-jerking posts about how crappy religious people are getting more traffic then the posts encouraging action to help the victims.",
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"body": "Pat is a sick, evil fuck who needs to show the world just how morally bankrupt he is. Amazing how his invisible sky fairy always seems to hate the same people he does.",
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[Offer] I live down the street from where the Tonight Show is taped. Is there something I can do to help the Conan cause? | Mind you, there's a lot of security down there, but some clever culture-jamming is definitely called-for if anyone can think of anything.
EDIT: Bang your heads together. I'll go down there tomorrow or Friday and execute a good plan if you can concoct one. My creativity really didn't extend past the red wig idea, but I'm hoping someone has a great idea in them. Don't let me down, Reddit, and I'll do the same for you. | 27 | [
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"body": "Step 1) Dye your Hair Orange-Red.\n\nStep 2) Masturbate furiously\n\nStep 3) Use the bi-product of step 2 in said orange-red hair\n\nStep 4) Remove Shirt\n\nStep 5) Red Body paint \"Team Coco\" on your chest\n\nStep 6) March around the NBC sign on Burbank Blvd?\n\nStep 7) Take pictures and/or video\n\nStep 8) Upload\n\nStep 9) Gain national attention along with Worldwide Reddit approval and all that comes with it.\n\nStep 10) Boom Chicka Wow Wow \n\nEDIT: spelling",
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"body": "if you're really committed, you'd repost this to [/r/shittyadvice](http://www.reddit.com/r/shittyadvice)",
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"body": "Dress in a suit and Conan wig, and get 2 buddies: one to dress in a suit and GIANT, and I mean hilariously fucking oversized fake chin, and the other to put on a massive cardboard NBC peacock sign.\n\nStand around smack-talking each other for a bit, 'til you've got a bit of a crowd and some cameras pointed at you.\n\nThen launch into a choreographed, several-minutes-long fight scene that ends with Conan standing in classic pose over the fallen Jay and peacock. Leave a large 'We're with Coco!' banner at the scene, and depart.\n\nEDIT: Do this sometime right in the middle of the day, if possible, on the off-chance that a Conan staffer on lunch break sees you guys in action and gets a camera out to film it for the show.",
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Anyone have experience with IUD? I think that might be my best option, but am afraid of the insertion. | So I have been in a relationship with a new guy for about 4 months now, I think it's really going somewhere... YAY!! (I'm 28 and just spent 3 years being pretty much single to figure out what I want, in life, relationships, etc.) So I'm super happy about it, sex is great, he's great, everything is great.
I think I am going to be with him a while, and can't take hormonal BC due to the psychological effects (have tried a few kinds over the years, even the ring) with my depression. We started out using condoms from the start of sex to finish, then that moved to start without, put one on halfway, to now we are doing the pull out method. Mainly this is so he can finish, but it feels awesome for me too.
I'm not completely comfortable with the pull out method, because I definitely do not want to get pregnant now, and have been thinking of getting an IUD.
An IUD is probably the most logical choice, but I am really scared of insertion (I have a sensitive cervix, and pap smears hurt BAD) and the after effects (painful periods) for months to come.
Any advice on how bad it was? Or how to bring it up to him? | 17 | [
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"body": "I have had 2 IUD's 1 after I had my son, which was removed. And have had another one put in early last year after the pill failed me again. \n\nI found insertion was uncomfortable but not unbearable. \nmaybe take some pain relief before having it put in. Which was recommended by my Dr. or something to relax you. \n\nAs for painful periods I found after about 2-3 cycles once my body was used to it it wasn't an issue, and it calmed down. \n\nOh I should state too this is a standard copper IUD. \nAs for bringing it up with him, I would just be direct, I mean if neither of you want kids yet then the withdraw method isn't the safest way to do it. Seriously I have a friend who has an 8 year old from using that method. \nEqually you can not tell him he wont notice a difference. \n",
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"body": "Pulling out is really, really unwise! Go back to condoms before you accidentally get pregnant!\n\nI have a copper IUD (Paragard). It was moderately painful going in, like a labor contraction. And I felt waves of cramps for the next few hours. (It turned out I'd taken the wrong kind of pain med. I think I took some Tylenol, but the OB had told me to take Aleve or Advil. Oh well.) I pretty much stayed in bed the rest of the day, reading, and drinking wine to help relieve the cramps (since I didn't realize I'd taken the wrong med, I thought it just wasn't working well).\n\nAfter a day or two, it wasn't bad and I didn't feel much of anything.\n\nMy periods have been heavier - I use a Diva cup and never before had any problem with leaking, but now some days are heavy enough that I forget to empty the cup and it leaks. Or when I wake up in the morning I have to hurry to the bathroom before I gush all over my clothes. The bleeding has lessened over the last few months, but it's still heavier than before.\n\nAlso, I have more intense cramping. Nothing I can't bear, and it usually only lasts a couple of days, and it comes and goes (like early labor contractions). But definitely more painful than before. \n\nPreviously, I'd used the pill for about a year, but it caused me to have depression and messed with my immune system and with the Diva cup I could tell my flow was not normal (bleeding on the pill is not true menstruation, but a withdrawal symptom), and it just generally made me feel weird.\n\nPreviously to that, I'd been using NFP for 13 or so years, but the problem with that was that I couldn't have sex when I was fertile ( duh, of course!) but that was when my sex drive was the strongest. Then when I could have sex, I didn't really feel like it, and my husband was unhappy, and generally it was frustrating. Free and reliable birth control - but frustrating.",
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"body": "I have a Mirena, which is the hormonal IUD. I had it inserted in January. My cycles are lighter, but last 4-5 days longer than they used to. They're also closer together. I had bad cramping around my cycle for the first few months after insertion, but that has decreased to only occasional, and usually only for a day or to. \n\nI had a really bad episode of anxiety/depression last week that may or may not have been related to the Mirena. I hadn't experienced this before, so am in wait-and-see mode. (This may be something that's been building without my notice, I have several people keeping an eye on me now.)\n\nThe insertion hurt me quite a bit, but I hate painkillers and didn't take any. I had the insertion done 3 times because I expelled the first two. It hurt less when they gave me the dialation medication. Let your provider know about your sensitive cervix, and work with them to get yourself numbed up properly. Don't forget to get something for after, you will be sore for the next 24 hours or so while it settles.\n\nI understand that Paragard does not cause depression because it doesn't use hormones. It lasts longer, but the side effects include painful periods.\n\nEdit: My doctor did the first two inserts, which I expelled. A nurse practitioner that does these inserts all of the time did the third insert, which has not expelled.",
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"body": "I've had a Paragard IUD for about 4 months now. Insertion was painful, but not crazy (disclosure: I have been pregnant before, but it wasn't carried to term. Some doctors will only insert one in women who have had full-term pregnancies because there's less risk of complications). My period cramps are definitely worse, but not debilitating by any means, and my periods have been heavier. I'm waiting to see if this stuff tapers off after a few more months...Still love it SO much more than hormonal BC.\n\n\nside note: you should *really* stop using withdrawal if you don't want to get pregnant. unless you're using the rhythm method and are super attentive about it, you're just asking for trouble. i speak from experience.",
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"body": "I have the Mirena, which is the 5-year hormonal one, and I didn't find the insertion bad at all. I did, however, bleed for about three months since my uterus kept producing menses as a way to try and eject it. My doctor said it's normal, that for some girls they bleed for a week or two, or all the way up to six months. Based on talks with friends with friends, I kinda found that the less painful the insertion, the more you bleed for a while. This was about 2 years ago, though, and since then I haven't had any periods (which isn't too unusual since I had very irregular ones to begin with).\n\nSorry about the sensitive cervix, though. That may make the insertion hurt quite a bit, but once it was in it didn't bother me at all. If you do decide to get the IUD, though, wait a while for sex. This is just to make sure you don't damage yourself while it's settling in, and it'll also give it enough time to soften the string so that way he won't get poked while he's having sex.",
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"body": "I have the Mirena and love it. \n\nInsertion - I forgot to take the relaxation pills at the right time so took them slightly too late but it still wasn't too bad. It was like 3 pains that were a bit like cramps and all I was thinking was - this is it for 5 years. I've since had another one due to the 5 years being up and the second time was less painful. However obviously due to your sensitivity, you should definitely remember to take the pills :) Seriously though, as someone else said, your doc/obgyn should be able to provide you with some drugs for relief.\n\nI think I may have had one more period since the first Mirena but nothing since - oh yeah!!! That totally rocks. I still get hormonal changes and PMS symptoms but they are much milder than before, although it was never really bad for me.\n\nI chose the Mirena because I hated taking the pill and wasn't sure if it was affecting me, although I know one of them was that I tried. I like the fact that it's made of pliable plastic and emits very small doses of hormone and that the chances of pregnancy are lower than for sterilisation.\n\nAs for bringing it up with your man, just talk about it like it's a normal part of everyday life because it is :) He should share this with you - my husband wanted to be there every step of the way too because (aside from supporting me, etc) although it's my body, it's part of his life too.",
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"body": "Wow, all these horror stories. I got my copper IUD when I was about 25. Never had children. I took a pain reliever a few hours before the appointment. I also was at the strongest flow of my period. No one else seems to have mentioned it, but the nurse said at that point your cervix is supposed to be the most open. I had it done by a nurse at Planned Parenthood. The insertion felt pretty much like a pap smear, but took a little longer. She left the stings a little long so they would be easier to check and be less pokey. I had cramps for several hours that felt like the cramps I occationally had as a teenager. We then went to a family gathering, which wasn't great timing on my part. I was fine by the next day. I was nervous about expelling it for the first few months and checked it regularly in the shower. My periods have changed. The flow is much stronger, but they last fewer days. On my heaviest day I have to get up in the middle of the night to switch sanitary items. I do think it's worth it to knock two days off my period. I hope this is helpful. ",
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Classic looking style file. | I posted this in math and it was suggested I post it here too.
For some reaon I like the way older math books are typeset so I tried to make a [latex style file](http://www.math.wisc.edu/~curran/classic.sty) that replicates the look. It's not perfect (in fact I really don't know how to make latex style files.) I think you need to have some greek fonts installed and maybe use the amsmath package as well.
[Here's an example](http://www.math.wisc.edu/~curran/725final.pdf)
I know its not super math related but I thought it might interest someone here. | 9 | [
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"body": "I'll give it to you: it's pretty geeky. It's like LaTeX with all the aesthetic aspects taken out. Like taking a flower and planting it upside down.",
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At the suggestion of a fellow redditor, I bought the Magic Flight Launch Box (portable vaporizer) and I couldn't possibly be happier | First and foremost, the website for this product is [here](http://www.magic-flight.com)
I have been interested in getting a vaporizer for a long time. I used to smoke almost exclusively out of a bong and it started to take a toll on my lungs. I was looking at Silver Surfer vaporizers but they run around $150 and I had a hard time justifying the price.
I cannot remember what thread it was where I read about the Launch Box, but I was utterly astounded by the website, it seriously sounds too good to be true. Portable, quiet, instant vapors, little necessary cleaning, runs on rechargeable batteries, and comparatively inexpensive (I paid ~$95 including shipping).
I ordered it on a Monday and received it on Wednesday which also struck me as amazing. The box itself is much smaller than I imagined, like barely the width of my palm. The first day I got it I smoked probably 5 or 6 bowls out the thing and I got so incredibly fucking high that I passed out on the couch for the first time ever. Since then, I'm always going back to my Launch Box, it makes my weed last longer and it gets me spectacularly blazed.
I'm still amazed by this product. The only downside is that it really eats through batteries, you need to keep a few charging all the time. Other than that, it's as good as they say it is, arguably _better_ than they say it is.
No, I do not work for this company, I'm just so satisfied with this product that I wanted to share it with others so they could also improve their smoking sessions. Highly recommended if you're looking for a vaporizer, portable or not. | 42 | [
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"body": ">I cannot remember what thread it was where I read about the Launch Box,\n\n\nthis sums up what trees means to me",
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"body": "Would you recommend this over a nice bong? \n\nThis may sound like a silly question, but I've been looking forward to buying a real nice piece of glass for a long time now. ",
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"body": "[*Just got mine today!*](http://www.reddit.com/r/trees/comments/ap8kj/so_where_would_i_go_to_get_the_cheapest_launchbox/c0ipjku)",
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"body": "Hells yes. I love my Magic Flight, I've vouched and bragged about it in other posts. \n\nMagic Flight said they were releasing an AC adapter soon(within 1-2 months I think).",
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"body": "Can anyone compare it to the Vapor Genie? That's what I have now.\n\nTomorrow is my birthday. I will buy this now for its coolness. I will compare the two and post my findings. If I remember. I'm ripped now. [8]",
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In love with Industrial, must find more artists like... | Ohgre, Skinny Puppy, FLA, Noise Unit. Looking for bands I can get on iTunes who are drum programming and sample geniuses - I don't have 4 on the floor, I want breaks and dnb inspired goodness. Can you help me find some great artists, please! These End of Year reports are really bringing me down... | 3 | [
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"body": "And One, Wumpscut, Velvet Acid Christ, PIG, Meat Beat Manifesto.\n\nhttp://www.metropolis-records.com/artist.php\n\nMetropolis bought most of the good TVT/Wax acts so thats a pretty good place to start.\n\nIf you can find it theres a Wax Trax collection called Black Box. i was lucky enough to find it in a porn store (go figure) for 10 bucks. well worth it.\n\nEdit: Robotiko Rejekto (this shit gets me amp'd for no apparent reason.)",
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"body": "Pigface, Bile, Download, Psychic TV, F.M. Einheit, Psychopomps, Dead Voices on Air, Test Dept, Coil.",
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Let's say the zombie apocalypse happened. What's your plan? Here's my basic plan... | My plan is to take some people that I can depend on and get to a remote part of the country. At that point the stockpiling of food and weapons will be paramount. Of course we have to be sustainable because as we all know the Twinkies won't last forever. In fact, there won't be ammunition forever. We would need to have the ability to pack up and move pretty well, so some horses pulling some wagons with a nice suspension would be cool. That way we could have a wagon that was dedicated to growing vegetables, and another to bring some animals along. A rabbit breeding hutch would be invaluable, they breed fast and grow quickly, so the food would definitely last. Other thoughts?? | 3 | [
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"body": "Unless you are foraging on the road there is no way to produce enough food to make travel efficient. The only way around this is to bring with you enough expendable animals and eat them along the way, leaving the best breeding stock for the arrival. Rabbits would work, but it would be needed to be more a supplement than a primary meal, see [rabbit starvation](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit_starvation), I suggest chickens and goats for multiple uses. You may downvote me but I have a few more questions:\n\n* Does your group have experience riding horses? Veterinarians would be a plus, especially with multiple types of animals.\n* How about blacksmiths for wagon or horse shoes? but where will you get the stock material?\n* Why won't ammunition be around forever? Some hunters make their own ammo and reuse shells, the only difficult part is acquiring the powder and learning how to make that could provide much entertainment and dangerous thinking.\n\nIt's a solid plan, but expanding upon a few ideas could help everyone. Contingencies must be expected and I'll try to break the major parts of my plan and actions down sufficiently.\n\n* What types of zombies are these? \n * Are they fast or slow? \n* Do they decay or not? \n * If so, is this only without ingestion of (human) flesh? \n* Do they freeze(this could affect location)?\n * Also, do they reanimate when they unfreeze?\n* Are they alive or fully dead?\n * If alive, and controlled(parasitically, biologically, etc.), when killed do they stay dead?\n* Do they move independently or in herds?\n * This affects if it is more efficient to hunt them or let them hunt you.\n* Tool users? Problem solvers?\n* Does the infection cross species?\n * Bad day if so.\n* All bodily fluids cause infection or blood to blood or passed through infected (creature's) saliva? \n * This effects your movements and plans.\n\nNow that you know my questions about the antagonists, my basic plan is thus:\n\n* Have stockpiled enough food and water to last 1-2 weeks, initial rioting is expected but looting is dangerous.\n* Two or more locations for initial waiting(movement of supplies is allowed) in case one is unusable. \n * Have access to materials to cover windows/doors. \n * Above ground floor residences. Controllable entry/exit points(ladders useful)\n* Groups 3 or more. There is a clear leader, *not* a democracy.\n* Depending on the zombie, weapons should be thus\n * Fast/slow - Mid-range rifle, blunt short-range weapon\n * Alive - body shots only, they are probably fast so attack from behind barricade, elevated position, and only from a single direction\n* When population clears out, go in 3 directions, east, west, or north. Preferably away from zombie controlled areas.\n* Renewable sources of food, power, and materials. Animals and food for first, salvage from society for second, and salvage from society or animals again.\n* Final destination, preferably small town, islands are just as much prisons as land locked towns are open ranges. (in other words, no clue where) but it depends also on aggressive/passive survival, if on land then regular patrols and constant perimeter maintence will be required. If an island, then limited resouces and population expansion is difficult.\n\nSay everything goes well, hundreds+ people, fortified location, ample supplies for everyone, and stable society. Do I then start removing the threat pro-actively or let time/entropy take care of the threat?\n\nI commend the OP for starting this thread, an open forum for survival topics is always fun, since my main plan is for the contingency of the downfall of society. It's amazing how many types of apocalypses can be dealt with the same way, (shelter, food, and people). There's always more to put in a plan, but I apologize already for the long read.",
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My roommate has mono and appears to be slowly dying, please help | For the past week I have watched my roommate stumble and bumble through what I am confident any of my fellow redditors would call at best a 'bleak' living. With each step I simply expect him to either lapse into an indefinite state of narcoleptic sleep or quite literally expel his spleen with one of his earth shaking hacks. I came here to ask this simple question: how have you guys delt with mono in the past? Moreover, what would you suggest he do to better live with the virus?
Thank you in advance :-) | 4 | [
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"body": "Mono is long-lasting and terrible, the fatigue involved with it is oppressive, but once he's over it, he shouldn't have to worry about ever getting it again, at least. If he's not been to a doctor, he should probably see one ASAP, but most of the time, mono is allowed to just take its course so the immune system can gain an immunity. If he has trouble breathing or has a high fever for more than a couple days straight though, take him to a hospital IMMEDIATELY.",
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"body": "I had mono before. I got some steroids from the doctor (2 pills a day for a week) and was better in about 2 weeks. I was pretty lucky. Mono can last for a month or more. Just make sure he gets lots of sleep and plenty of fluids.\r\n\r\nAnd get him outside in some fresh air so he isn't stuck in the house all day. Even if it's just for a short walk. It can make a big difference.\r\n\r\nAnd NO physical activity. His spleen is swollen and can burst if it's moved violently.\r\n\r\nSide note: He's very contagious for about a month after he gets sick, and mildly contagious for the next six months. So no food or drink sharing. ",
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"body": "Rest since he is probably sleeping a lot... and be a nice roommate and get stuff for him that he needs. He probably dropped some weight so keep him hydrated with electrolytes. Throat lozenges help too. He may develop other complications so take him to a doctor to get some blood work done. His doctor may order an ultrasound to check on his spleen and his liver AST and ALT levels may need monitoring.",
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"body": "I had mono when I was a teenager, and it fucking sucked. It felt like I had two horrible ear infections and strep. I was in so much pain that I was taking aspirin and ibuprofen alternately every three hours.\r\n\r\nI had a couple friends that got it also, and they just slept it off. Rest is best if you can get it.",
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