"The average dog is a nicer person than the average person."
-Andy Rooney
If you have a dog, you know the above quote is true. Pups are pure unconditional love. They're angles wrapped in fur! They make life worth living! Am I getting too carried away? Nah. Dog lovers everywhere will absolutely agree, these dog memes are paws-itively hilarious.
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A woman recently shared this warning message on Twitter and it went viral.
"If a girl suddenly acts as if she knows you in public and acts like you're friends, go along w it she could be in danger," the woman, who goes by "M," wrote, in a tweet that has been shared nearly 140K times.
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It's been a pretty dry summer when it comes to celebrity romance gossip. There seems to be much more important stuff going on, believe it or not.
But today, Megan Fox, Brian Austin Green and Machine Gun Kelly are serving up some serious pettiness to distract us from all of that, for better or worse.
Fox and Green are the parents to three kids together. Right now, after almost 16 years of dating and marriage, they're not together. Fox is now dating musician and actor Machine Gun Kelly and Green was recently spotted with Courtney Stodden.
Fox and MGK are in the midst of a hot and heavy love affair that started on a movie set. On Lala Kent's podcast last month, Fox announced that they were "twin flames" whose shared soul had "ascended into a high enough level that it can be split into two different bodies at the same time." Cool!
Yesterday, Fox posted a mirror selfie of herself and MGK with the caption, "Achingly beautiful boy... My heart is yours."
About three hours later, Green posted photos of his four sons (three of whom call Fox mom) with a very similar caption: "Achingly beautiful boys...... My heart is yours"
Fans quickly made the connection, as did the Instagram account Comments By Celebs. Most interpreted this as Green throwing shade at Fox and implying that her new relationship is distracting her from motherhood.
Some applauded Green for displaying millennial-esque social media shade skills despite his advanced age.
Others applauded his parenting skills, because posting pictures of your kids online to spite your ex in front of millions is clearly an A+ fatherhood move.
But many called him out for apparently shaming Megan. Can't a gal have a boyfriend and kids at the same time?
Some pointed out that he's apparently been dating, too.
And not for nothing, his oldest child's mom hasn't had the best things to say about his parenting skills.
Fox experienced such a tidal wave of mommy-shaming, she had to turn off comments on her post.
Sigh. Can't we all just get along?
"The best dreams happen when you're awake."
-Cherie Gilderbloom
Wake up, you don't want to snooze on these laughs. This list of memes is a comedy lover's dream come true.
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A wedding is supposed to be all about the couple getting married — but has this couple taken it too far with their strict wedding day dress code?
A groom and bride took to Reddit to ask if they were a-hole for enforcing a white-tie dress code and ban on visible tattoos and piercings. Their family members and friends are revolting against the rules, and they're wondering who's in the wrong.
Hello everyone. We (29M and 24F) are getting married this September. Up until recently, everything had been going to plan and our months of hard work planning had been paying off.
The issue lies in the dress code. We have been clear from the beginning that this is going to be a white tie event, so of course there are strict rules attached to that.
One thing we are really looking forward to is our wedding shoot. We have spent a large amount of our own money on a photographer, who we hired after weeks of research and shopping recommendations. The photographer is highly, highly sought after in our area and we were lucky to book him last year in advance. So naturally we are taking this seriously.
We have been clear from the very start that the dress code will be fully enforced. The invitations we sent explicitly told our guests what we'd be expecting from them (white tie, no unnaturally dyed hair, no visible tattoos or piercings) and that they were free to decline the invitation if they had a problem with this. We also sent everybody who RSVP'd a reminder over email several weeks ago repeating this instruction.
This was going fine until one of our mothers has recently posted on Facebook a picture of a 'cocktail' style dress she wants to wear on the day. Of course this isn't included in our dress code, so we informed her right away that the dress would be unacceptable. Another woman (a family friend) asked if she could bring flat shoes to change into after the ceremony, and again we directed her to the 'white tie' instructions.
Unfortunately, this has caused a lot of unnecessary drama throughout both our families and even some friends. Both sets of parents, cousins, some siblings, and many more people have messaged us privately to ask us to relax our dress code and allow them to be flexible. This isn't happening, so we have just pointed to our 'white tie only' policy and told them they accepted the rules when they RSVP'd.
In our opinion, while wearing knee-length dresses and suits (rather than a tux) might be appropriate for 'day to day life', they will doubtlessly look out of place at a wedding that is supposed to be fully formal. We are hosting a private event where we are able to set the rules. Having been to other weddings over the years, we have fully complied with the wishes of the marrying couple and we do not see why we should not be given the same treatment.
Since we made this clear, we've been called a**holes by people around us. However, in our opinion, this is our wedding and we've been clear about our preferences all along. We have even told our guests that if anyone has a problem with this, they are free to drop out (even though we will still be paying for their seats now) and not attend.
AITA for having a dress code at our wedding?
PotentialityKnocks says these two are being weirdos:
It is your wedding and you can do what you want, but it’s a wedding, not a photoshoot or a play. The stuff about piercings, tattoos, and hair color is especially ridiculous.
If all you care about is nice pictures, then hire models. That way they’ll look exactly how you want them to look and they won’t complain. If you want an actual party with real people, you need flexibility.
And fleabagwannabe came with receipts:
https://www.debretts.com/expertise/etiquette/dress-codes/white-tie-dress-code/
White tie dress code does not mention hair colour, tattoos, piercings or women's shoes.
You are tacky as hell.
And stormscaper points out that "natural" hair is subjective:
“No unnaturally dyed hair, no visible tattoos or piercings” - are you my old high school?
It’s difficult to give judgement because I usually firmly believe in the “your wedding your choice” rule, but the guidelines dictating hair/tattoos/piercings seem excessive.
Surely for some of your guests, changing hair colours or covering up tattoos will be expensive/a real hassle and would deter them from attending. Additionally: what counts as a natural hair colour, and does that change depending on the ethnicity of a person?
They also add:
Overall I’ll go with [you're the a-hole] - the tipping point being that you won’t allow some poor lady to change from uncomfortable heels into flats after the ceremony is over. I mean, what if you have leg pain/movement disability that makes wearing heels difficult? Does that mean you can’t attend? I’m confused as to where you draw the line, but I think it’s pretty harsh.
Celtic-piskie calls them out all the way:
Also, so much lower class thinking.
You're trying to look better than what you are and it shows.
Real white tie events aren't this strict, and I've been to a lot.
You're putting perception over actual people, which is wrong.
LucidOutwork adds:
I suggest you hire people to attend your wedding so you can make sure they all adhere to your dress code. That seems to be what is most important to you -- how things look. Maybe you could get some cardboard cutouts to pose with.
It's one thing to suggest white tie, and another to do what this couple's doing.
Millennials and members of Gen X fondly look back on the frustrations of dial-up internet, weird AOL chat rooms, playing "Oregon Trail," cassette tapes, and a massive television and VCR being wheeled into the classroom meaning you were about to have the best day ever. While Gen Z might not remember the emo era of MySpace, AIM away messages, or having to drive to Blockbuster on a Friday night to be the first one to rent a popular movies from the massive wall of new releases, if Trump gets his way TikTok might eventually become a distant memory for them to laugh about.
So, when a hashtag started trending on Twitter challenging people to reveal their age without using numbers, a meme was born. Here are the funniest, nostalgic tweets we could find using #RevealYourAgeWithoutNumbers. Prepare to feel old!
Technically these wrong number texts are mistakes, but it was also destiny to bring us these exchanges. The only thing funnier than a text conversation with somebody you know is a back and forth with somebody you don't know.
When you ask a couple how they met, usually they both try to tell the story at the same time while constantly interrupting each other to try and make it seem more interesting than "we were at a bar." Just because the first time two people made eye contact wasn't a fireworks-worthy moment of serendipitous fate doesn't mean a couple isn't meant to be together. Still, a good story for dinner parties is always fun to pull out of your back pocket and when someone says "anyway, we're married now," even the most dead-to-romance people among us can find it difficult not to gush.
So, when a recent Reddit user asked the internet, "what's your 'anyway, we’re married now' story?" couples with unique and romantic origin stories were ready to share. (Shockingly, "he was a vampire and I was a teen with tasty blood" and "he was a boy wizard and I was his best friend's little sister" did not make the list).
Met him in high school while he was hitting on my identical twin sister. Anyways, we’re married now. - urbancowgirl42
We met in elementary school.
I transferred schools before high school and we lost touch.
Found out we had enrolled at the same university, in the same program, once university classes started.
Anyways, we're married now. - reneeclaireblog
he came to the door to borrow my sister's textbook. no one would answer the door so I dragged myself out of bed, and answered the door in nightgown and curlers (hey, it was the early 80's, ok?). he told me was there to see my sister. without a word I nodded, turned around and screamed "SISSS-TURRR", turned back around, said "family intercom system" completely deadpan, and left him standing on the porch while I went back to bed. married me anyway, 38 years on the 21st. - maimou1
Right after our first kiss he said, “I’m not looking to get married.”
“Neither am I,” I replied.
So anyway, we’re married now. - hey_sjay
Shortly after we met he asked me “do you trust me?” I said laughed and said no. Anyhow, we’re married now. - thedoughnutAvenger
I was working at a video game shop, and he was hired to DJ the midnight release of a game I didn’t care for. He comes in, waits in the giant line of people finalizing their preorder before midnight. When he gets to the register, I ask him if he’s here for the premier, but he says he wouldn’t be caught dead playing that game, and proceeds to purchase a different, older game I later find out he already has. He asks me when I finish my shift, and to swing by the DJ table when I’m off. I do indeed swing by, and now we’ve been married going on 5 years with two cats and a recently purchased home. He proposed by sticking the ring inside the case of the game he bought that night. - FallingInTempo
I met my husband when I got a new job at a grocery store and the guy from the deli came up and yelled at me for hanging up on customers when I couldn't figure out the phone transfer process.
He was that guy from the deli and anyway we're married now. - GoodbyeTobyseeya1
met a girl online about 20 years ago one summer after college, found out we live in nearby towns, so decided to get together.
Go out on a few dates, drive by local pre-school: me: “hey, that’s where I went to pre school!” her: “that’s where I went to pre school!” That day we find a pre school class photo, there we are 2 feet from each other.
A few months later, my dad finds some old footage of a Christmas play our preschool class put on. We’re standing right next to each other. - pkunk-is-not-dead
On our first date he tried showing off by drifting down a gravel road and tore through a ranch fence.
Anyway, we're married now. - YaDrunkB*tch
So when my wife were dating she got pneumonia and didn’t have health insurance. Asked her to elope to get on my insurance and two weeks later we’re married. - jasonvictory86
I had a cold, and went on a date to an Irish pub. I was eating bangers and mash and had the urge to cough. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but just wound up spraying his face with gravy and mashed potatoes through my pursed lips. I was still coughing, so I took a sip of my drink to sooth my throat. It was beer. The bubbles tickled my throat more. I also spit that all over his face. He stared at me in disgusted horror as gravy, mashed potatoes and beer dripped down his face onto his shirt. I laughed and laughed and laughed, making my apologies sound very insincere. Anyways, we're married now. Thank goodness our booth had high backs so only he suffered! - 2beagles
So, back in the 70s our families moved to a new farming town. Our church was doing a fundraiser by planting potatoes which would then be sold to help with building costs. Parents were busy and put us toddlers in a dry empty cattle watering tank/trough. Anyways, we’re married 25 years now. - Slewey19
20 years ago, an exchange student transferred to my school for the year, and although we didn't talk a lot, we had so much in common and it was really nice to be able to talk with someone who had super different views on life. we actually both played the same instrument (we had the same model guitar, surprisingly.) anyways, she went back to her home country after the year was over, and I never spoke with her again. However, she got me fascinated with her culture, so I researched a bit, and eventually a year later I was able to transfer to her country through a program. I got placed in a random school throughout the entire country. I joined the schools light music club, and as I'm walking in on the first day there, I open the door and guess who i see..the same girl playing the F*CK out of her guitar. I kid you not, as soon as we made eye contact, i just sat there with my jaw open in disbelief. I dropped my guitar to the floor (causing a chip that i can still see to this day, haha). anyways, fast forward to today and we're married. [wife asked me to add this, part] We ended up forming a band for the school's summer show, and after our performance backstage, with all the adrenaline running through our veins, we kissed/confessed our feelings. (it's not as romantic as you'd think, from an outside view it was probably seen as two awkward teens pecking, we both were sweaty and smelly, and i had face makeup all over me haha!) she makes fun of me saying that I would've never had the guts otherwise; but seriously, what are the chances?!?!?! - spiritual_aids
You know that moment at church the pastor says "now stand up and say hi to someone you never met"? Anyways, we're married now. - shaka_sulu
Met a new coworker and our first interaction was me saying “I don’t believe you” under my breath as I walked by. He thought I said “I don’t like you”. Anyways, we’re married now. - studas*party
Eight years ago, when I was desperately trying to make it as an actor, I answered an audition call for an unpaid role in a sitcom pilot that two friends had written together. It was in a basement flat in London, my mum warned me to be so careful. The door was opened by a charming guy with a crooked smile, and a video camera was set up facing the sofa. But the audition went well- not only did he NOT murder me, they offered me the role there and then, and we all went to the pub to celebrate and get to know each other! In our first conversation, crooked smile guy and I joked about wanting to naming our (respective) future kids after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
Raphael is twelve weeks old today. He has his dad’s smile - fizzywiggles
So we went downtown in college to celebrate a friend’s 21st birthday. My date for the evening had a few too many cocktails and ended up getting kicked out of the bar because she used the utility closet as a bathroom, I left to walk her home. But anyway, we’re marrying next month - VitaminThoughts
I was 11 years old, talking to this girl I just met walking to lunch at school. She was cool, we liked some of the same stuff. This jock walks up and asks “what, are you two dating?” We both kind of looked at him confused and said no.
Anyways, we’re married now. - The-Grand-Pepperoni
Hooked up from Craigslist. Anyway, we're married now. - SidePibble
During college i got sexiled by my roommate alot (she was on and off with her hs sweetheart) so i went to the common room area of the dorm to knit to kill some time (had a pretty view of the campus). Started talking to an art student who was drawing there and ended up talking for hours and been married for 4 years together for 10. - jhzinger22
Our first date was a disaster of epic proportions. Ended with me yelling at her, and her paying the check while I was in the latrine just so she could get out of there quicker.
Anyways, we're married now, over 8 years strong. Two kids. - TheGoodJudgeHolden
Oftentimes, the people who are most judgemental of someone else's unconventional relationship are projecting. In some cases, they see a set-up they never considered as an option for themselves. So, rather than sitting with that desire, they lash out at the people living it out.
Other times, someone else's free relationship triggers a lifetime of shame and conditioning for the critical party, and instead of challenging that programming, they react in the way they were trained - homophobic, or strictly monogamous, or generally restricted. This judgmental dynamic can create enormous tension that eventually explodes into a scathing feud.
AITA For bringing up my cousin's infidelity to his wife when he tried to shame me for my sex life?
Since then, OP's cousin has been on a judgemental tear and even went so far as to tell her parents.
My boyfriend of two years and I are in an open relationship. We love each other and are allowed to sleep with whoever we want, with certain rules. My cousin, J came to know about this a few months ago when I had, unknowingly, slept with two acquaintances of his. He heard about it and immediately told my BF. BF assured him that this was fine. Cousin then decided to tell my parents that I was in an open relationship. My parents are quite conservative and were appalled. I stood my ground, however, and told them I didn't need their approval and they needed to mind their own business.
My cousin is friends with one of my boyfriend's friends and when we were invited to said friend's house, he and his wife were there too. For most of the evening, my BF and I avoided any direct interactions with him and his wife and just enjoyed ourselves.
When we were playing billiards, my cousin accused me of "cheating." I asked him what the hell he meant and he went on a ridiculous exposition about how "my position gave me an unfair advantage." When I told him he was being an idiot, he shot back with "I guess cheating is something you're used to doing, since you cheat on your BF all the time". Now my BF stepped in and told cousin to mind his tongue. Cousin wouldn't listen and called us a bunch of names.
I decided to remind him that he had cheated on his wife once, and was in no position to judge, because unlike him, my BF and I were honest with each other. Cousin's wife now became teary-eyed and told me not to bring it up. She stormed out, cousin followed after yelling "see what you did?".
I don't think what I did was wrong, but I do want Reddit's opinion. AITA?
Mehhh NTA. If he wants to judge your relationship openly, he should expect the same thing back, or at least be prepared.
His poor wife.
Yeah, I don't know what he was expecting otherwise. What a freaking hypocrite he is. NTA.
He’s not judging, he’s deflecting. I also think he’s envious. NTA.
NTA, he's clearly jealous that you get to "cheat" whilst he doesn't due to the different nature of your relationships (open v closed). Just because his marriage means he has to follow certain rules doesn't mean he gets to throw tantrums, tell on you to your parents and other behaviors not dissimilar from an 8yo child just because you can live your life differently to his.
If you're reading this, congrats, you've survived another week of 2020! If you're reading this as a parent whose kids have not yet left home, double-congrats with a side of an extra large coffee. You deserve it.
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The National Rifle Association is in trouble, and it's not for taunting teen school shooting survivors or bribing polliticians not to respond to said school shootings.
New York attorney general Letitia James has filed a lawsuit seeking to dissolve the NRA, alleging that the ostensible gun-rights nonprofit has simply been used to fund its executives' lavish lifestyles.
The lawsuit has nothing to do with the Second Amendment but everything to do with embezzlement, accusing the NRA and its execs of "'violating numerous state and federal laws' by enriching themselves, as well as their friends, families and allies, and taking improper actions that cost the organization $64 million over three years."
NRA opponents are rejoicing at this legal nightmare for the powerful organization, but rather than being glad that New York state is trying to hold grifters accountable, NRA members are defending it and its longtime chief executive Wayne LaPierre.
Here are some notable reactions, many of them hilarious.
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When it comes to the rich range of human behavior, hotel employees have seen it all.
They've seen buttoned-up people on business trips, couples consummating their relationships, illicit affairs, rambling groups of youth, writers hiding away to crank out books, and everything in between.
Whether it's for better or worse, people's weirdest mannerisms come out at night, and hotels are a hotbed of people feeling the freedom of not being inside their own home.
Here's a story. Keep in mind I was 17-year-old girl while working at this hotel. I've never seen a naked person in the hallway. But once in the lobby a man at around 3am sat down on a chair and called his girlfriend. I was on the night shift and I was sitting down behind a computer screen so he would have only seen the top of my head if he looked over. But it was Sunday morning and he was extremely drunk from a wedding. He was wearing a suit and I was just keeping my eye on him.
He then started having raunchy phone sex with his girlfriend or wife. And it was so raunchy. My jaw dropped and I honestly didn't know what to do. Then a janitor came over and we were sitting there flabbergasted. He then pulled his dick out and started jerking off. So I got up, walked over and said "Sir, you're in the lobby." He woke up out of his sexual drunker stupor and I'll never forget the look of horror that came across his face. He ran to his room so embarrassed.
I worked night audit at a local hotel. One night/ morning around 5am I was at the desk when the elevator started moving. At the time we didn't have cameras so I didn't know what to expect.
When it stopped in the lobby the doors opened and I see a man with a cart looking slightly shocked. Then from the blind spot from where I was standing out stepped a man with a cigarette in hand and nothing but a small towel around his waist. He looked pissed. He stormed up to the desk and demanded a new room key. All while yelling about how he got lost in the "confusing as f*ck rooms." I confirmed his room best I could given the situation and sent him on his way. The poor man that was in the elevator with him looked like he saw more than I did and didn't want to talk about it.
An hour later the man came down to the lobby to check out and demanded a "full refund for embarrassing him and for not clearly labeling the balcony door and the hallway door." I laughed and told him to call my manager. Which he did later that day.
Kicker is the room he was in had 2 doors. A bathroom door on one side of the room. And the room door was on the other side with a fire map, chain lock, and deadbolt. There was no balcony attached to his room.
Last week I had to shoo an amorous couple out from behind the dumpster. Our hotel has the worst-smelling dumpster I've ever had the displeasure of experiencing. The thought of anything sexual going on back there is enough to make me gag.
I used to work as an overnight auditor for a hotel. One shift while I was doing rounds at 3 am, I thought I saw something moving at the opposite end of the hallway and I was like "Did I just see a naked man?" This poor guy was sleepwalking butt naked while hugging himself (our hallways are freezing cold). I approached him closer and said "Hello sir" He turned his head and said hey. I was like is he still asleep? Five seconds later, I guess he realized what was going on, he said "I'm so sorry." I gave him a robe from a nearby housekeeping closet and took him to the lobby to verify his identity (obviously he doesn't have ID on him). I gave him a room key and followed him back to his room to make sure he doesn't sleep on his way back or whatever.
I've been working three years as a night manager and it honestly only happened once. I knocked on a room where I suspected that a guest was smoking in the room. He opened the door completely nude and casual.
One time house keeping brought the front desk a bag of sex toys that were left behind. After 5-seconds of checking the system, I find that the guests are here for 2 more nights. Housekeeping ran back to put the bag where they found it before the guests came back.
I used to work at Great Wolf Lodge. I’d catch people having sex in the hot tubs quite often. It was always awkward having to go tell them to stop.
This was about 5-6 years ago, but I'll probably never forget it. A couple was f*cking all morning in a room I was supposed to clean later on. You could hear them on the entire floor.
After lunch, I see them leaving, both in business suits, both very classy, late 30s, both very attractive. I open the door and the room was trashed as if a rock star from the 70s stayed there. Crushed crisps, spilled booze, the sofa, the bed, the bathroom were such a mess those usual 20min they give you for cleaning would never be enough even for 3 people.
They left a £40 tip on the table and a note saying "Sorry."
My brother manages a nice hotel that happens to be near a red light district. One day, he gets this tourist who books a double room for a month, ideally as far away from the main entrance as possible.
Guest checks in, and starting on the third day, there's this conga line of sex workers coming in and out of the guy's room. By my brother's own count, the guy's personal record is 16 different women in a day.
That's not the crazy part.
One day, the guest comes to front desk with a woman on each arm and asks my brother if he could book an Uber. Brother obliges and books the guest an Uber. Guest then tips with a sex worker. As in, full on offers the girl up to him and says "You wanna have a go?"
I sincerely hope nobody ever takes a black light to that room.
EDIT: To answer the important question: no, he did not partake. He was on shift and working front desk at the time.
EDIT 2: To answer the other question: in a lot of poorer countries, cash is still king. A lot of tourists don't want to mess around with tourist sims and the local cellular networks, so they ask the front desk at hotels to call an Uber for them. The Uber gets to the hotel, and the guest pays the driver in cash. And yes, taxis are a lot easier. But in this specific country, taxis are also infamous for running scams, refusing to take passengers, or marking up their fares with bullsh*t invisible charges.
I was working morning shift one day and it was almost 3 so I’m getting ready to leave. The business center was right in front of the front desk, across the lobby. I’m counting money and I look up to see Big Booty Judy getting pounded out on one of the computers and a guest with his junk out, going to town! I was in shock. Right then my coworker walks in and sees him too. She said “Sir! This is a family hotel! Get to your room, now!”
If you’re reading this, T...thanks for handling that.
A guy somehow managed to lock himself out of his room naked and had to come to the front desk to get another key. The front desk is separated from the room since there are five buildings each with a certain number of rooms and he was in the one furthest from the desk. So, he had to walk naked across the property...the saving grace was that it was around midnight so no one was around. Also,I was sitting down and the counter goes to around chest high so I just thought he didn't have a shirt on until he was walking away and I did a double-take as I got a good look at his flabby a*s.
Had one dude full-on nude walking about but that was boring.
Best was a guy who called down said he was locked out of his room after sleepwalking, go up, he's just in boxers, I let him in then come down to check the cameras. Dude was straight wandering the halls penis in hand slowly stroking it whilst he knocked on doors then comes back down the hallway, pees into a bin in front of the elevators, and then calls down. You can even see the moment he wakes up he looks confused and lost. Was a good laugh. He got charged hazardous waste cleanup fee.
The Case of Underwear Man and the Mysterious Bathroom Lady.
I worked night audit at a hotel from 11pm-7am. On this night in particular we had a group of Native American construction workers who were excavating a site nearby for fossils. Anyways, during the night shift you normally don’t get anybody coming down except to rummage through our little market for Oreos or other snacks. Well, around 2am I see someone standing in the market in just his underwear. For context, the back office is next to the market but you need a passcode to get through and we have cameras back there hence why I was able to see him.
So I open the door and this guy looks completely out of it. Like 1000 yard stare in just his underwear. Weirdly enough I don’t smell weed or alcohol. He tells me he needs help getting into his room. That there’s some crazy lady in there and he’s afraid.
I ask for some sort of ID to confirm if he’s a guest. He tells me his name and other matching information. Sure enough he’s a guest in room 212. I make a copy of the key and then walk with him. But of course, I ask him about the lady because according to our files there’s no one else in the room. He confirms with me that it’s just him. He tells me that awhile ago he went to get ice (in just his underwear) and when he returned to his room he saw a lady in the bathroom. He tells me that she attacked him and locked him out.
Naturally, I’m calling BS on all this, but just in case I got my cell phone ready to call 911. So we take the elevator and then walk over to 212. The guest looks mildly uncomfortable but I press on. The key card works and we get inside. Immediately I check the bathroom while the guest hasn’t even stepped foot in the room. I check everything and I see no sign that anybody forced themselves in here. The guest looks confused but shrugs it off.
Weirdly enough that was like a month into the job and this guest is a regular. I would see him most mornings and we never acknowledged what happened that night. Never acknowledged that I saw him in his underwear or that he looked like he was on something. Just every day “Good Morning Mr. M” and our conversations never went further than that.
One time we had a bachelor party and rented a hotel for about 10 of us, one of our buddies got sh*tfaced before it even got dark and we took him back to the hotel because he wasn't about to get in anywhere and kept complaining about being ready to go back. We dropped him off and proceeded to go on with our night.
An hour or two later the hotel called one of our buddies whose name was on the room and told us we needed to get back because our buddy was laying in the hall outside our room naked. I'm not sure what happened, but he lost the room key and for whatever reason decided to get naked so he could go to sleep, the room key was in his pocket.
I have sleepwalked occasionally, maybe two or three times that I know of.
On one occasion I awoke standing in a hotel hallway wearing just my under trunks. Had no idea which door I'd come out of. No idea where I was. The place was completely silent. I had no idea what to do. Took me a minute or so to realize I was even in a hotel. Terrifying.
Thankfully,
I'd chosen to sleep in shorts that night and
my wife to be eventually woke up, looked out into the hall and found me
I work for a very upscale trendy hotel and after every shift we get a detailed report from the front desk outlining every guest complaint or concern. We discuss the overnight report in the exec meeting each morning.
This happened a little more than a year ago, but one evening, the overnight manager at the front desk (let’s call him Bob) gets a visit from a very worried and scared guest in one of our top floors with a balcony - the guest says that he woke up to someone in his room and going through his stuff. When he turned on the light, the intruder rushed out via the balcony doors. Guest wants to call the police, so Bob decides to go back to the room with the guest and a security guard.
The elevator doors open and two very naked and very high women (models? sex workers? party girls?) stumble out asking Bob where they can score more drugs. Bob now has to handle the naked women and the scared guest and a potential intruder in the building. Bob decides to get the girls covered up with extra bellmen’s coats while he figures out what room they came from, and security goes up to the guest’s room to check for intruders.
Apparently the intruder was a crackhead from the shelter down the block, and was able to Spider-Man up the side of the building (and up 7 stories). One of the girls jumps and sits on the front desk, and proceeds to pee over the edge (and onto the front desk’s computers). The other passes out in the storage closet where we hold guests’ luggage.
I love working here sometimes.
My uncle was the general manager of a resort up in Pennsylvania and he told me a story about how little people convention had an event at the resort. The next day, the honeymoon sweet was “vacant” again so they rented it out to this newlywed couple, they weren’t in the room but 10 or 15 minutes before screaming was heard.
Turns out the night before there were three little people staying in that room and they all got pretty trashed. So trashed that one of them got naked and the other two threw him up onto the wardrobe cabinet. He didn’t wake up to the cleaning lady and so they thought the room was empty. The married couple screamed because they saw a pair of eyes peek up above the wardrobe as they were consummating the marriage. It’s not every day you go on your honeymoon to find a naked little person above your wardrobe...
I generally see at least one naked person a month. To be fair, my hotel is in the nightclub area so everyone is usually fairly intoxicated.
I've had my elevator turn into a softcore porn studio on multiple occasions, but the one time that always stands above the rest is one time this guy was going down on this young lady. The elevator was still on the ground floor and someone entered the lobby. After greeting the guest I ran out the back to watch the security camera. This young lady walked in on the other two. He pulls his head out from under the girls skirt, wipes his face and smiles. I'm rolling on the floor laughing my a*s off.
The other enjoyable one was this guy come to reception because he locked himself out of his room. He was completely naked. Normally people try to get my attention in some subtle way, the guy just walks down 4 flights of stairs, walks to the desk and casually says "I left my key in my room." I hand him a new key and he goes to walk back up the stairs, sees a few girls looking at him from outside. Gives them a wave, and a pose, then proceeds back to his room. The level of "I don't give a f*ck" this guy had still impresses me.
I had two young (mid 20s) ladies come to the front desk at about 2:30 am wrapped in towels asking if they could take a swim. I told them the pool closed at 10pm. They dropped their towels and said "How about now?". My reply? "Very nice, but you still can't use the pool."
I still have the footage on VHS somewhere.
:)
I've been working in hotels for about 5 years now and have a couple of goodies:
I was like 17 or 18 fresh in the industry working the minibar. So I have to check all rooms to see if they need anything. So I knock on this door like I do every day, knock 3 times loudly and no answer. I go to walk in the room and I see a man but ass naked bumming another dude, hard! Best thing about is they were so in the moment they didn't even me notice me open the door take a step in and hurry out again.
I was doing nights on reception. My duty manager asked me to go for floor check because he was busy, not a problem, happy to stretch my legs. I noticed the pool lights were still on and door was open. (Afternoon shift manager was meant to lock it at 9pm) so I go in and I notice a naked lady sitting the edge of the spa pool with a man performing oral sex on her. I make myself known and they quickly jump back into the water. I suggested they continue in their room and pissed myself laughing as they left in the lift. I then told my manager and we both had a good laugh. That footage is now saved in the "golden moments" file of the security footage.
So many more but those are my two favorites.
We've all heard the stories of students who throw furniture off the 19th floor of a dorm, steal exotic animals, host foam parties in a bedroom with six lofted wooden beds, or operate a secret business out of their suite. College can be an inspiring time for growth and career development, but there's usually at least one party that you look back and wonder how any of those people who took Jell-O shots off a dildo-shaped Ice luge in balloon hats have jobs now.
Sharing a room with strangers, especially a dorm room where they pack as many students as possible into the smallest space imaginable forces people to sacrifice any sense of privacy they once knew. People who you'd never necessarily be close to otherwise suddenly know every intimate detail of your life and there are definitely never any secrets in college dorm of 8 students, all of their casual hookups, and one bathroom.
I was an RA. I had 8 residents trap a raccoon and bring it into their dorm to "domesticate" it. Guess what happens when you let a Raccoon in the dorm? It f*cks sh*t up. - StannisIsTheMannis
Lived in a 21 floor tower, something like 1600 students lived in it. 4 guys decided to have a jam session in an elevator and go up and down the building - had drums, guitar, saxophone, and vocalist. I think every single floor wanted to murder them. - peanutbuttersucks
One guy peed on a cookie sheet and let it freeze outside in winter. He took said frozen sheet of pee and slid it under another guy's door when he wasn't there. All the rooms in that dorm were carpeted. - ironmaven
A guy that was wasted and tripping balls went into the wrong room in the middle of the night and was thrown out of said room, across the hall and through the wall into my old room.
Turns out there had been a giant hole there that was cheaply patched up years ago, otherwise there should have been no way he could have gone straight through the wall. It was a cold night, but my roommate and I pushed a dresser up to attempt to cover the hole until someone could fix it. Good times. - JASP3RB3ARDLY
One day I woke up to a sink sitting in the hallway. Like a sink that is built into a counter top or something. Someone must have just ripped a sink out of a counter top, from a different building, and put it in the hallway...on the fourth floor. - Smalls_Biggie
I was a sophomore at University of Iowa, on the engineering dorm. The problem was that the main cafeteria of the campus was downstairs, so drunk people would get confused and wander to it even though it was closed, then start having fun on other floors.
It was Saturday night and pretty miserable outside so most people were staying in, when we heard a scream, then a loud crack. When we checked on it, there was nobody in the hallway. There was, however, a large smear of blood along the wall, and the exit sign was broken.
One of the guys decided to investigate and found a huge guy in the bathroom, bleeding from the face and drunk. Turns out he had the brilliant idea of running down the hallway, leaping into the air, and headbutting the exit sign. - TheBrianJ
one time, my roommate and i hatched quails in our dorm room.
we started out with growing plants, then breeding betta fish, and from there we kind of escalated to birds. ordered a cheap incubator and the eggs online, and kept it in the corner of our room without having any real hope that any of them would hatch.
three of them did...somehow...and they lived in our dorm room for a whole year without the ra finding out. helps that they only grow to be about three inches tall. - spoodr
My college divided the dorms into "houses" the idea being that you would do stuff with your house and form a community. The problem was that I already had a group of friends and this community was completely obnoxious. So I went to the first required meeting and then promptly did nothing with them ever again.
Fast forward two months and two girls who live down the hall run up to me and ask to take a picture with me which I thought weird but sure. Turns out that it was so uncommon for people in my house to see me that I was an item in a photo scavenger hunt. - KnightFox
One of my favorites is the kid that got suspended for repeatedly climbing along the outside of the dormitories dressed in full Spider-Man regalia. Everyone thought is was funny when he climbed from the first to the second floor. But, by the end of the week, he was climbing the 7th, 8th, etc.and the school was terrified they would be held liable if he died.
The Dorm Director told him he would be removed from campus if it continued, and his response was, "I'm sorry, but with great power, comes great responsibility." He was kicked out the next day, after making it to the roof. - travishall456
So last winter in Boston there was about 102'' of snow over the winter. Being college kids, we proceeded to build an igloo on the roof of our dorm and proceeded to hotbox it. Good times. - Slugger767
I lived on the 9th floor of the dorms my freshmen year. One wing was males and the other wing females. One of the girls on my floor received a giant, 10+ inch black dildo with a suction cup attachment as a gag gift from her friends on her 19th birthday. The guys on my floor thought it would be great fun to periodically steal, then chase each other around with said dildo and beat the living hell out of each other with it. I was in my neighbors room one day when his dorm-mate busted open the door and threw this thing full force at him.
Fortunately my friend was able to react quick enough to dodge out of the way... unfortunately for us though the dildo went careening full bore into the window behind him, smashed through it and proceeded to fall 9 stories. We watched in horror and shock as this dildo fell and hit a freshmen girl on the head, who immediately collapsed and began convulsing. Cops and paramedics came and took me, my two neighbors and the poor girl who owned the dildo down to the campus police station. They put us all into an interrogation room where we waited until a detective came in... with the dildo in hand. He then proceeded slam down the suction cup end of the dildo onto the middle of the interrogation table. We all lost our shit, we couldn't stop laughing due to the fact that this thing was slowly wobbling back and forth during the whole interrogation.
And don't worry, the girl who got conked in the head with this thing was fine in the end. - DrSquidPHMD
I studied abroad in Australia last semester. We would leave the doors to the residence halls open during the day so they didn't get too hot. One day, I heard a huge commotion in the hallway, so I open my door and THERE'S A KANGAROO HOPPING DOWN THE HALLWAY. It went in the door at one end of the hall and hopped all the way through and out the door on the other end. I miss that place. - assistant-to-the-rm
The four person suite across the hall from mine managed to spill beer on their beanbag chair, so they threw it in the shower to rinse it off. They forgot about it and flooded their bathroom and it leaked to the room below. I laughed about it for awhile. - Hunglikeababy
Hall Apple. About to go to sleep when I hear drunken shenanigans in the hallway. Emerge to find our old and squishy dining hall apples soaring down the corridor to be met, baseball like, with a tennis racket. This was not an isolated incident, it probably happened a half dozen nights before the RAs were able to stamp out the practice. - HereticKnight
These drunk guys were taking buckets of KFC and throwing them down all the stairwells of my building. - HeDiddleBiddle
Someone stole a cow and brought it to the second floor of a dorm building. Turns out cows don't like going down stairs. - sirleakyboots
I once witnessed a man snort a poptart (yes an actual poptart) and fall over 2 flights of stairs (not down literally did not touch a single step) and then look up to three passing girls and say "sup *tches". He did not finish his first semester of college. - Moosehammad
On the spooky-crazy side of things one of the buildings I was in was haunted. I'm not a big believer in it until I was the only one in the building (everyone moved out) and I heard someone running down the hallway but no doors opened or closed. This happened every night at the same time but I always assumed it was someone who lived in the floor. There was also the time a metal shelf that was bolted into the wall, and I mean bolted by like 20 huge bolts, fell in the middle of the night. But when you looked at the wall, it was like all the screws were taken out as opposed to the shelf falling and ripping out the bolts. - LeCanada
I had some friends cut down a christmas tree from campus somewhere and put it up in their dorm room. The only thing is, real christmas trees are not allowed because they're a crazy fire hazard...They bought one of those things you would put a live plant in (a planter?), some 90 degree brackets, and some screws and screwed the tree down. Then they built a false top and sprinkled dirt and rocks (again taken from campus) on it to make it look like the tree was planted in dirt.
They convinced our RA that they had an uncle who had a tree farm and allowed them to dig up a real tree to use for the year.
My absolute favorite part is that they returned the saw they used to walmart. - TellemSteve-Dave
This one guy ran out of his room into the hall with a knife and a jar of peanut butter and just started stabbing it against the floor. - Jossau
"Spend a few minutes a day really listening to your spouse. No matter how stupid his problems sound to you."
-Megan Mullally
Anyone who's ever said, "I do," will absolutely relate to these marriage memes. They hilariously cover everything from love to sex to snoring. You and your spouse may not be able to agree on tv shows or parenting styles, but you can definitely share the laughs on this list.
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Most of us have a few distinct memories of people who have touched our lives - whether in obviously big moments, or small passing expressions of kindness that stuck with us.
Conversely, most of us have no idea if or when we've left a positive impact on someone unless they directly tell us, and that in itself is a rare and prized occasion.
1. From OP:
A former co-worker of mine shook my hand on the last day of work. He told me I was the only person who had treated him with any respect and that he would always remember me.
Time to set the mood. This was when I was in my sophomore year of college while I worked at a campus dining facility. The cafeteria was mostly staffed with minimum-wage/slave-labor students and you would be lucky to get over 10 hours a week. But there were some students who had been there for a few years and were 'promoted' (I use that term lightly) to sous chefs or managers. The amount of smug given off by these people, who had only worked there for only a year or so more than the rest of the employees, was so thick that it made you sick to your stomach. When in reality all they were doing was defrosting burgers or dishing out french fries. The rest of us had to clean dishes or sweep or some other less than glamorous task for any given night of work. I remember hearing one sous chef say, "I get a break in a half an hour when one of the sh*tty workers takes over for me."
Needless to say, I didn't really care for anyone I worked with and I only talked with people when they would talk to me. The people who were on my pay grade were okay for the most part, but it was obvious that the student managers had favorites. I did my thankless job, got my measly paycheck, and moved on to another job as quickly as I could. I never spoke ill of anyone and when I would talk with people I would try to carry on a conversation and seem interested in what they were saying. I did the same for the guy in question when I worked with him. Over the course of an entire semester he and I talked MAYBE 3 times? 4 times at most.
This guy was in his mid-30s with a good deal of acne and a higher-pitched voice and from the few encounters I had with him I learned that: he was a yellow belt martial artist in pursuit of his black belt, a band major (or something like that), and lived with his mother. Not a bad guy by any means. He seemed to take pride in his work and loved to tell corny jokes. He had worked there for a few years (I am not sure how long he was in college) but they never promoted him so he and I were receiving the same pay and doing the same type of jobs.
At the end of the semester they had to let go most of the student workers because they were closing the dining hall for the summer. He and I worked the final day, which is when he shook my hand and told me how grateful he was. I was very confused at why he would say something like this to me when we had interacted so little. And as we walked out of the building I overheard one of the managers with a bit of a gnarled lip and flared nose say to the other manager, "Shawn and Dave just shook hands," like he had just spread some sort of disease to me.
I would later come to learn how the "non-sh*tty" workers treated him. This guy would hit on all the female workers and apparently none of them would give him a chance. Granted, they were 18-20 and he was a lot older so I understand how this could be taken as creepy. He was always really eager, saying stuff like "We get to serve food to hungry students!" "I can't wait!" This, his appearance and situation in life were fodder people used to ridicule him. I am not sure how much of it was behind his back or to his face. But no one else would really talk to him or eat with him. If I had known all this while I still worked there I would have made more of an attempt to reach out to him.
I'm not really sure where he is now or what is doing, but after a few years I went back and saw the same people as still working there.
TL;DR: I treated someone like a human being.
I can't imagine this meant too much to the person in question, but I always enjoy remembering this story:
I was in marching band in most of high school, and when I was a sophomore a freshman named Kyle joined my section. I don't really remember us ever having any kind of meaningful interaction, but he was new to the instrument so I helped him when I could. He turned out to be the half-brother of the guy I had a crush on, but they had different last names and didn't look alike so I didn't know this at the time. At the end of that school year we started dating, and when he told me about his family I said, "Kyle's your brother? He's in my section in band." The guy replied, "I know. He told me you're the only one who's nice to him." I had no idea.
Working as a "Sandwich Artist" (read: underpaid Subway employee) one night when a family walks in, I give them all a big smile and start my routine. The older brother (late teens, early 20s) is special needs (don't know the PC term, sorry) and wants to order his own sub. I don't think anything of it, I start talking with him as I would anyone. Took me a bit longer to get through the order, but hey, it's the end of the night, and the kid is smiling, I've done good. I ring the family out, and they go on their way.
The next night, the younger brother (probably my age at the time) came back into the restaurant. I recognized him and welcomed him back. As I'm getting ready to make his meal, he stops me with a hint of tears in his eyes and says "I'm not here to order; I wanted to come back and thank you for the way you treated my brother. He likes talking to people, but mostly they just ignore him. You really made his night and I can't thank you enough for what you did."
My managers and everyone else in line heard him say that; by the time he shook my hand and walked out, I'm pretty sure we all had tears in our eyes. I don't remember the last time I received a compliment like that, but I'll never forget it.
TL;DR: Carried on a conversation with a special needs person, got a heartfelt and tearful thank you the next night.
Not me, but my brother Nick, made a huge impact on my Great Uncle Earl when we were little kids. Earl, I guess, had a pretty bad stroke that had crippled half his body. He had braces on one leg and had to walk with a cane. Half his face was droopy and immobile, and after years and years of smoking his voice was really raspy (and so very deep). His speech patterns were also altered because of the fact that he could only move half his mouth. He had one hand that he couldn't really move.
For whatever reason, Nick from age 3 onward thought Uncle Earl was the greatest guy ever. All the other kids (we have a huge family with 20-something grandkids) were terrified of Uncle Earl and would cry or run away from him. My brother used to laugh and run out to give him high fives. He called him "Uncle Popeye man" and Earl called my brother "Tiger". He'd color pictures for Earl and get Earl to play tee ball with us. As a result, Earl would always send my family special treats. I remember one Easter being kind of jealous when Nick got a 3lb chocolate egg with the word Tiger stamped into the side.
TL;DR -- My Great Uncle had a bad stroke and scared all little kids, except my brother who thought my uncle was the greatest guy ever.
I am a school bus driver, and have been for over 5 years. Every year, I usually end up with a great rapport with my kids--this year, my elementary school group (9 and 10-year-olds) were my favorites, always telling me stuff about their day, making jokes, toeing the line a little more than they ever would with other adults. I always tried to talk to them like adults when I could, and never had to write referrals for any of my kids this year. Today was the last day of school, and I had two of the kids' parents tell me that their children talk about me all the time, and that my friendship means a lot to them.
Kids I drove when I started 5 years ago still wave at me and call me by my name, and that feels awesome--that I made a positive impact on a kid's life. I don't get paid a whole helluva lot to do what I do, which is basically to pilot a huge, hot, 20-ton vehicle with the lives of upwards of 40 children's lives in my hands on a daily basis, but it's compliments and recognition like that that make it the best job I've ever had. Thank your bus drivers, guys. We don't do it for the money, we do it for the kids.
When I was in high school, one day, just on a lark, I walked through the hallways handing out stickers.
They were those silly little 99 cent sticker packets you see at Walmart. I bought about fifteen of them and just perused the halls in between classes handing them out.
I walked past a girl I'd never seen before and peeled off a sticker that said "You're Beautiful!" and featured a chipper little flower on it with a smiley face. I walked over to her and stuck it on her shirt and "Have a great day!"
I took a step to walk away and she grabbed me by the back of my shirt and just started sobbing. I turned around to hug her and she just fell all to pieces in my arms.
We stood there, in the hallway, embracing each other for a minute or so. She took a step back, dried her tears with the back of her sleeve, touched the sticker and croaked a feeble "Thank you."
I saw her a few more times after that but we never spoke. It was an incredibly powerful moment between two strangers... I guess in that moment we lived an entire friendship.
My story works both ways, I and someone else benefited from something.
I volunteered at a senior citizens community during my freshman and sophomore years of high school. My favorite thing to have all the elderly people come to the lounge and I'd tell them about my life whether it be school, relationship problems (they give the best relationship advice), etc. And they would tell awesome stories from their past, reliving different time periods in their lives with each other. I would just sit there and listen and have a good time.
Eventually, my dad got a new job in a different city, so I told them that I would be leaving soon. On the last day, they all wrote me a card, and bought me a cake. Of course, I teared up and so did they as well. We all said our goodbyes and they all left, but as a volunteer, I had to stay behind and clean up. One lady stayed behind, came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. She said that she was lonely after her husband passed and that her children died before any of them could get married so she never got to have grandkids. Every time she saw me, she would think, "my grandchild would've been just like him." I cried even more, hugged her, thanked her for all the experiences.
Half a year later, I got an email from my volunteer coordinator. This same elderly woman was sick and dying and wished to see me. I drove the 3 hours to see her and man, we had such a fun time just chit-chatting. The coordinator emailed me later saying how wonderful it was for me to visit her and she had the biggest smile on her face after I had left until she passed. It was touching.
Those two years volunteering there have changed my life. I've just had a better look on life, learned to embrace the elderly (they've always got the best advice), and somehow changed my view on death. I've just recently been able to accept that we all die, and not to be afraid of it. If it happens, it happens, but live life to the fullest so that one day, I can retell all of my life stories to some volunteer that hangs out with me when I'm old.
Nothing to your scale but: While I was working as a clerk at a grocery store, I took the job very seriously. I always took an interest in everyone that came in my line and always tried to converse with them, when they desired it. (I hardly conversed with my co-workers since this was strongly curbed by management, which is indeed good for the customer). One day I finished with a customer and as she leaves she looks me in the eye and says "every time I come in here you are so helpful and kind, and that means a lot to me." Onions... onions everywhere...
TL:DR; Old lady thanked me for being a good check stand operator.
I went to a pretty Conservative college, and felt very out of place there. As a result, I ended up befriending one of the gardeners that worked there. We'd smoke spliffs and he'd make me tea in their break room so I didn't have to pay for it. He loved my pet ferrets, and I even brought them over to his place one when I visited. He was a rough around the edges kind of guy...had lots of dodgy prison tattoos from his time inside, came from a very deprived area of the city, had a drug-addicted ex who he would throw drugs to over the wall of the prison she was in.
He was really turning his life around, though. He had an apartment he got from the council for almost nothing, and was really house proud. He had me over for dinner once and his apartment was beautiful and nicely decorated. We were pretty different people, and his world was so out of my personal sphere of experience, but he was a lovely person and we always had great time together chatting and smoking.
After I left college we lost touch. I tried calling and texting him a few times, and even gave my number to one of the other gardeners to pass on to him, but never heard back. A few weeks ago, well over a year since we had last seen each other, the secretary of my college called to tell me that he was dead. The reason I hadn't heard from him was because his abusive junkie ex got out of prison and they got back together. She would take his phone and wallet so he couldn't do anything without her permission, and when he got ill and she didn't think he should go to the doctor, he didn't go...the police and his landlord eventually broke into his place, with his brother, and convinced him to go into hospital, but he died.
Apparently, at his wake, where the other gardeners from the college were in attendance, his family approached them to ask about a girl he had been friends with that he spoke really highly of. They said they didn't know her name, but that she was a student in the college and kept ferrets. The college figured out who they meant and called me. I went to his cremation the next day, and his family were delighted to see me and welcomed me as one of their own. I realized when I arrived that there were only about 20 people present.
I hadn't realized that his life was so lonely, or that his ex was abusive until I spoke to his brother and asked about her (since I only ever heard about her from him). I also hadn't realized he thought so highly of me, either, or that he'd ever have cause to talk about me with anybody else. It makes me so sad to think about.
Showing my age here...
While in my senior year of high school, several families adopted so-called Vietnamese boat children. They were all in their late teens (>14 YO). One had apparently already graduated in Vietnam but his papers were stolen by pirates as he made the voyage to freedom. He had to retake his senior year of HS to get readmitted to college...one of the smartest guys I ever met.
Two other boys arrived and had 4th and 8th grade educations in Vietnam. For both boys, I was asked to use my study hall period to help the boys with English language. So, I started with picture books and we spent a year learning English (and for me, very little Vietnamese). As we learned, I would take the boys out to stores, parks, churches, etc just so they could associate nouns and verbs to real activities. It seemed to work well...
I learned later that the boy with a 4th-grade education struggled a bit because his age and education created a disconnect that was tough to deal with on a daily basis. He did adjust in time.
Two years after my graduation, I was back in town to see one of my good friends graduate. After the graduation ceremony as pictures were being taken and tears were being shed, I heard a voice saying "He's here; mom and dad, he's here!" I was yanked around for a photo with the other "boat kid" who had managed to graduate that year and was headed off to college. He spent quite some time regaling his parents and my friend (and her parents) with the stories of our year and how "I had taught him English."
Until then, I really didn't realize what an impact that I'd had on him. Yes, it felt good.
I walked into a Target and bought some typical stuff for home. When I got to the register, the girl at the register looked so tired and sad. I just looked at her and before she could ask me first, I said a simple "Hi there. How is your day going?"
She almost started crying. She then said "You're the first person who has even spoken to me today. Thank you so much for being so kind. You've made my work day."
Always treat people in the service industry well. They get too much sh*t from everyone and don't deserve it. They're people too.
In middle school, there was a kid who was found out to have a mis-shaped penis. He got an erection in the shower after gym class and someone noticed him trying to hide it in the corner.
So this person was telling us all afterwards. After hearing his description I said, "Oh, so it looks like a boot?" Innocent enough question.
I swear to God by high school people didn't even know his real first name. Everyone called him Boot. What a horrible nickname. Boot. The kid's entire being was discounted because he had a crooked penis. No one took him seriously. No one cared what he had to say; his talents, his mind meant nothing. He was just a walking punchline. People are cruel.
I felt terrible for a long time because, well, down there somewhere I think I really do have a conscience. I had no idea what the consequences of my little nickname would be.
So one night in college, after an afternoon/night of passionate drinking, I hopped on MSN Messenger to chat and saw he was on. I wrote this giant apology letter. Poured my heart out, basically. I'm sorry it happened, I'm sorry I started it, I feel like a piece of sh*t. God, I was a piece of sh*t during puberty. It had been nagging me for a while - that I needed to make amends with this guy.
No response.
Finally, a couple of nights later I log in to my computer and he's written just a few sentences. "I can't tell you what that means to me. I know you probably did it for your own closure, but now I've got mine, too. I haven't really spoken to anyone about all that stuff. I was in a very dark place through those years, and though I was given a new opportunity to start fresh in college it's been tough, as you can imagine. We were young, and young people do some terrible things without understanding why they are terrible. All the best."
That guy's maturity was light years ahead of mine. Or any of ours, for that matter. I feel like I did a small good deed by trying to make amends, but he reciprocated an even better one: he gave me a whole new perspective on shitty people.
So, Boot: if you're out there - thanks man.
I think someone else has something similar, but this ones my story. I didn't realise it had happened at the time, and only found out a year or so later when the friend in question got too drunk and blurted it out to me. Basically my best friend and I hadn't talked for a few days and I just had a nagging feeling about her. I wish I could describe it, but this is a strange feeling have only ever felt with this one person. So I grab my phone dial her number, say f*ck it, and then hang up. Repeat.
Third time around I let it ring, and she answers. For some reason I still don't fathom instead of a hello or anything I say: Well if it isn't my favorite person in the world! we chatted about mundane things for a few minutes and I just ended it with 'love you, you ret*rd!' (politically incorrect maybe, but that's what I said). A year later she tells me that she was going to jump out her balcony that night and I had saved her life. scared the living sh*t out of me, but I'm glad I made that call. 0_0
I could make this really long and drawn out, but the long tl;dr would be:
I'm really good at my job in an incredibly high-paced, aggressive, somewhat terrifying kitchen. A few years back a guy who had no faith in his abilities (which were quite good for a green cook) was failing left and right because other cooks were bullying him. That's par for the course when people are blowing it.
Apparently, my habit of him falling slightly behind on my side and me just saying "I've got you, baby, you're fine, I've got you, just breathe" a few times gave him the confidence to keep up with the job and the business. He's a pretty well-paid sous chef elsewhere now and a few months ago he said that he had a pantry guy perpetually in the weeds (uh... really, behind, I guess, hard to describe to non-cooks) and he found himself saying, "I've got you, baby, I've got you, just breathe."
He thanked me for showing him how to effectively lead and take care of his employees without holding their hands or doing their jobs for them.
tl;dr to the tl;dr: Being nice to a struggling coworker apparently led to him being really good to his employees down the road and decently successful instead of him becoming just another burnt out cook.
It's really sad that the only examples I have are from when I was in kindergarten, but nobody ever tells me when I've done them any good. Not even when I was in kindergarten.
I'll start with a sort of sadder one. My mom used to walk me and my friends from my apartment complex to school. On the way, we'd pass another apartment complex and one of my classmates' mom used to ask my mom to walk her kid, too. Mom thought it was strange, since she didn't know this person, that she would just trust Mom with her kid because Mom had kids with her, but she agreed because it wasn't going to hurt her anything.
Since I walked to school with him every day, we became friends, but he acted weird, so I liked to watch him. I think I just thought he might be an alien, and that would be cool. Because I liked to watch him, though, nothing he did ever got passed me, and one day while tying his shoes, his shirt came up off his back a little. Having developed no tact, I say loudly enough everyone can hear me, "Why do you have so many bruises on your back?" Turns out, his mom was beating the crap out of him. My interest is the only reason anyone ever found out.
Now a happier one. I was of the firm belief everyone should have friends. We got a new girl, and I didn't want her to be lonely, so I stuck to her like glue showing her around and trying to find her friends, and I found her some. The girl told her parents, and the next day her parents wanted to talk to my parents. My parents had no faith in me, probably because I was always in trouble for one thing or another because I liked to experiment on everything. Anyway, the parents thanked my parents, instead of me. Their daughter was apparently painfully shy and once again, if I hadn't shown an interest, she wouldn't have made any friends.
I didn't know these stories at the time because I had a bit of an ego and my parents didn't tell me. The last mistake my parents made was asking me if I wanted to skip kindergarten since I tested at a higher level, and even though I said no because I wanted to be in the same grade as my friends, I made sure my brothers knew I was a genius. They weren't going to give me more ammo. They waited until I was older to tell me both stories because they felt I deserved to know that I did good, but wanted to make sure there'd be nothing gained from an ego trip.
TL;DR - My interest in people in kindergarten helped save a boy who was beaten up from his mom, and helped a shy girl make friends. I didn't know it then because my parents didn't tell me until I was older.
In high school, there was a girl named Amanda - she often introduced herself by rhyming her last name with weird...socially awkward things (let your imaginations play). Amanda was obviously a kid who wanted to be liked and she went well over the top to get that point across. She was very extroverted and people were turned off by her aggressive crusade for BFFs.
Everyday at lunch, she would play basketball by herself. One day the ball wandered over my general direction so I shot it and from there. Amanda and I started playing lunchtime one-on-one games (sic). I never thought much of it and we really only played a couple of times a week, but whatevs. So when graduation day rolled around years later, Amanda gave me a card (it was more like a small book) detailing how those basketball games helped her overcome her depression, feel welcomed by peers, and have a sense of self-worth.
I think I still have the card somewhere. It was pretty cool. Ever since then I have always gone out of my way to try to make people feel appreciated. Everyone has a right to be happy and it doesn't take much to go out of your way and help them get there.
I recently saw my uncle who I hadn't seen since I was 4 years old (I'm 23 now.) He pulled me aside and told me a story about the last time he visited, when he was outside smoking. He said, "I remember a little 4-year-old girl coming up to me and saying, 'Why are you smoking? Don't you know it's bad for you?!' ...And that was the last cigarette I ever smoked." Who knew a goofy little kid's comment could have an impact like that?
A guy would come to the smoking area with his fingernails painted. We would give him hell for it, but he just played it off like his girlfriend did it to him. We were talking one day about it, and I told him that if he had a dress in his closet, we would still love him.
I told him to be who he was, and to f*ck everyone else. You only have one life to live, so live it how you want without worrying about what people think, because, in all reality, they are just passing through YOUR life.
The last day of class he came decked out in full drag. We gave him hell, but no one said anything mean or spiteful. He pulled me aside and thanked me, telling me that because of what I said, he felt like he could be himself without worry.
She is engaged to a wonderful woman, has a new baby, and is about 1/2 way through her gender reassignment surgery now.
I worked in a local homemade ice cream store for about 4 years. We were very busy and had many regular customers that came in very often. One I remember the most, he would come in every Monday and Wednesday. I will refer to him as "Double Vanilla, Marsh Mellow Topping Guy". He would come in twice a week ever since I started working there. I opened and left before the late afternoon when it got crazy, so my usual customers would come in fairly early. It was great because I had time to chit chat and see how they were doing.
Double Vanilla Marsh Mellow Topping Guy suddenly stopped coming in for about 6 months, until he finally stopped in once and we talked for awhile on how things were. I gave him his ice cream and he whipped out this yellow envelope. He told me not to open it until he left. Once he was gone I opened it up and there was a note and a golden horseshoe with golden nails.
It explained how he got sick many years ago and did not like where his life was going. He got better and began making these horseshoes, numbering them, and giving them to people he met as a memory and to show the appreciation of how they have affected him. It was really amazing and I really cherish the golden horseshoe. It has made 3 moves with me always being place above my front door and being sure to never let it fall down.
Double Vanilla, Marsh Mellow Topping Guy wherever you are I hope you're doing well.
TL;DR: I worked in an ice cream store, a regular customer gave me a golden horseshoe with a note explaining his thanks.
I had a neighbor when I was in junior high who was a couple of years younger than me, but a really nice kid. We hung out, played video games, and traded pokemon like normal. But he had cancer, pretty much all over his body by the time he died. I tried to always just be normal with him, because that's why we were friends.
Skip ahead a couple of months, and he finally loses his fight with cancer. I was pretty sad but didn't really know how to show it at first. So after a week or so everyone is at his funeral, and we've gone through the ceremony and he's been buried, and his stepmom comes over to me and drops this bomb: "Shindetsuku, I just want you to know that you were his best friend, and we really appreciate that." Needless to say, I f*ckin' lose it and burst into tears. I don't honestly remember much after that until I was at home. Poor kid was 12 when he died.
Welcome to the first official meeting of the Introverts club! No one is present, there's no small talk, and ice breakers are strictly forbidden. All we have here are hilariously relatable memes and some sweet, sweet solitude.
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They say comedy is tragedy plus time. And 2020 is overflowing with both tragedy and time. So it makes sense that we're seeing a lot of comedic gold flow from the trenches of this tragic, endless year.
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Breaking news: people keep their possessions in their apartment, and people's possessions reflect their lives and interests.
A landlord is worried that having an out and proud lesbian in a building she manages would scare away potential tenants. While insulted, a lesbian woman was willing to accomodate the homophobe who controls whether or not she has a place to live for the next month. But when the landlord went too far, the tenant began trolling in technicolor.
In post titled "AITA (Am I The A**hole) for adding pride/rainbow things to my aparment to annoy my landlord?", the tenant wrote:
I’ve been renting an aparment for a year now and it’s been awful so I’ve decided to move. I gave my notice so I can still live here for a month. Anyways, because I am moving the landlord and the renting company (that she owns) have started to put up ads of the aparment and giving tours but because I still live here, all my stuff is here. I’m a lesbian but I don’t really like the lesbian flag so I have tons of rainbow things. The most noticable is my huge flag that I’ve made a curtain door out of. After the first tour, my landlord contacted me to take it down because it was "scaring away possible tenants." I found that kind of hurtful but I did take it down whenever I knew someone was coming.
But one time she failed to inform me and gave a tour when I was in school so I hadn’t taken it down. Therefore she decided to throw it in the trash. Thank god I noticed it when I came home but that just made me mad. So I’ve started to slowly put up more and more rainbow things, so much so she can’t take them all down. She got mad and threatened to kick me out, but I’m pretty sure that’s illegal and I’m moving anyway. My mum thinks I should just take them down and my landlord is extremely mad so I kind of feel like an a**hole, but at the same time I think what I did was harmless.
She clarified that all of the rainbow decorations are removable, and that she's willing to receive any judgment from the "Am I The A**hole?" jury.
Luckily for her, the people side with the tenant in this decoration/civil rights dispute. Anyone who has ever spent time online knows how much the internet loves petty revenge on people who deserve it.
"NTA (Not The A**hole), your landlord's a homophobe, and this petty revenge doesn't actually harm anyone. All it does is inconvenience an a**hole, and that's fine," ThrowawaySpades wrote.
"NTA. Under normal circumstances I would not mind if my landlord asked me to take down some of my decorations to make an apartment look more neutral to show to prospective renters," obscureposter concurred. "However since your landlord is a homophobic, failed to inform you of potential showings and threw out your stuff she can go sit on a cactus."
The landlord isn't just The A**hole, they're also terrible at their job. "Your landlord has no business showing your home without giving you proper notice, nor does she have any right to touch your belongings," NUTmeSHELL explained.
This landlord is such a jerk, she's likely not to give the security deposit anyway. The tenant might as well glitter bomb her place on the way out. Revenge is a dish best served rainbow.
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.”
– Erma Bombeck
Having children is a dream come true, but within a few seconds, it can pivot into a total nightmare. These hilarious memes will prove you aren't completely losing your mind, you're just a parent trying to do your best. This list will crack you up and help you realize you're not alone if you're barely hanging on by a thread today.
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We all know we're in the midst of the COVID-19 crisis, but it seems like a separate pandemic is growing at the same time: the Karen phenomenon.
"Karen" is shorthand for an entitled person who spends their time either calling the cops on people of color for no reason, or making the lives of service workers a living hell. (Some have tried to argue that Karen is "a sexist, classist slur," but that didn't go too well.) Basically, in the year 2020, no one wants to be called a Karen.
But one brave husband decided to tar his wife with the moniker, and it did not end well for him. Now he's taken to Reddit to ask for advice. Here is his story.
My wife and I are VERY opposites. Like VERY.
She tends to have narcissistic episodes when she doesn’t get her way. She can sometimes treat people like s***.
A while back we were at a Sonic getting some drinks during their happy hour and they got the size wrong on a drink. She then asked the teenage girl “how hard is your job?!?”
I was LIVID! First off Sonic was my first job as a kid. I went through PTSD mode of a customer yelling at me over a slight inconvenience. I’ve been on the other side of that window. I just yelled out “hey chill out!” She got mad at me and said “I don’t know why you defend them when they can’t do their job right?” We let it go.
Fast forward to today: We have been trying to get our dog’s nails trimmed for sometime now at Petsmart & we were finally able to make an appointment cause of The Rona. We get there and they can’t find our names on their list and they are pretty booked up till next week. She then starts to go off on the dog groomer & starts causing a scene saying “How could you lose my appointment? I have been waiting for weeks! I wish we still lived in Boston cause they have more pets marts & competent people working instead of useless people like you!”
I was embarrassed and livid at the same time so I grabbed her arm and said “STOP BEING A KAREN AND GET IN THE CAR NOW! I will handle this” She storms off to the car and I apologize to the staff, told them to call me instead of her & apologized again.
I seriously cannot stand it when people are rude to public servants. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
When I finally go outside I find out that she left me there. I call her and she sends me to voicemail. I take a Lyft home.
I get home and she is mad in tears. She says that I embarrassed her and made her look like a fool when a partner should always have their partner’s back no matter what.
I told her that I disagree on that. She has now been giving me the silent treatment for about 6 hours now. [Am I the a-hole]?
1: Yes, I love this person.
2: She’s my work in progress We have talked about her behavior when we were engaged and I called off the wedding due to her behavior. She acknowledged it & said that we are good for each other cause I keep her grounded. But she sometimes reverts to her narc self at times.
3: she herself dubbed herself work in progress, not me.
User etrago1 had a simple response:
[Everyone sucks here]. You two need to work on your communication skills.
Supersupersound says him losing his temper basically cancels out any good intentions:
OP does not get a pass for being the "good guy". They should probably have a conversation when they start talking again. Grabbing her arm and yelling was not cool.
ADuckNamedPhil says calling his wife a "work in progress" is kind of weird and unhealthy:
You are her boyfriend, not her dad. Your partner should be someone that is your peer and who treats you with respect, not someone you parent. I'm sorry, but you won't fix this woman. She doesn't want to be fixed. Her life is exactly how she wants it. All she has to do to keep everything that way is occasionally tell you she will change.
JennaPharm89 takes the husband's side but doesn't understand why he's with this woman:
[You're not the a-hole] but I don’t know how you could honestly love someone like this. How can she come home crying cause she’s embarrassed and not realize she was trying to embarrass the staff and make them feel the same way she felt? And no a partner challenges you and tells you when you are being a psycho and need a reality check. She needs to stop.
And clcountry is on the "everyone sucks here" train:
She’s definitely an a**hole, and her behavior is appalling. However, while it’s good that you stood up for people, the way you handled it was not good. You definitely don’t have to back her when she’s wrong, but grabbing her, yelling at her, and sending her to the car like a little kid was over the line. And then she was again the asshole for how she reacted to that. Have you ever actually talked about this issue? You mention a couple of incidents where you yelled at her, but never actually sitting down and talking it through. That needs to happen.
Crystallz2000 had some good advice that the wife will probably never take:
I think maybe she should try working a service job for a little while. It sounds like you love her, but no one should treat people like that. If you've talked to her about your feelings, I think she needs a huge wake up call.
They add:
I think she's the AH, but I couldn't stay with someone who behaves like that. I would have a serious talk with her about maybe actually working a service job, since she can't seem to muster up empathy on her own...
And it's crazy how even on an internet forum, Karens are able to wreak havoc and tear people apart.
