Salut aux Parisien(ne)s.
Je voudrais aider la personne qui cherche à retracer les pas de ses parents à Paris et identifier l'hôtel particulier qui apparaît sur la photo.
Si quelqu'un reconnaît l'endroit pourrait-il poster le lien GSV svp ?
Ninja edit : je l'ai eu !
I am not especially rich, but I am curious what ridiculous features can be found if I were to spend a lot of money on a very fancy apartment. Every building calls itself luxury, but what buildings are the most luxurious? I want to gawk at the super expensive stuff, not to rent one, so budgets don't really matter.
I’ll start with the hotel because it was overall my FAVORITE experience (and yes, that’s saying a lot).
As you pull up to the driveway where the security booth is, the first thing out of the guard’s mouth is, “Welcome Home!” I mean, how isn’t that going to get you hyped for the parks?!
Then they guide you to the hotel’s main entrance to unload your car, where: other hotel cast members welcome you home, ask if you need help unloading, and then inform you that you can leave your car under the porte-cochère, for like a good thirty minutes. During this time you can either get checked in, unload your bags, or just take some time to look around! I thought this was pretty awesome because I’m always stressed and feel rushed when I park in front of a hotel entrance to simply check-in! But nope! Here, they were very chill about it, and emphasized taking your time, but to NOT forget about your car lol. Apparently it has happened quite a bit because people get so excited to visit downtown Disney (being right outside the hotel and all). I guess if you’ve been longer for thirty minutes they will eventually call you lol.
Check-in was a breeze! A lady with an iPad approached us first, found out what we needed to do (I think there’s some stuff they can do on the iPad without you approaching the front desk), then got us our room keys. We never got up to the front desk, nor did we have to sign anything. She just confirms if the card on file is the one you want on the stay, and then she just checked a photo ID. That was it!
EVERYONE wore face masks! And the hotel is VERY strict about this, so don’t risk being told to put your mask over your nose (just wear your mask properly!!! If five year olds can do it, so can you!!!). They inform you only one family at a time in the elevator. No sharing elevators with people outside your household (fine by me! I hate sharing elevators lol). They tell you that before you leave the hotel your temperature will be checked (they’re posted, and located near the exit of the hall leading toward the Downtown Disney exit. There’s no way to avoid them, which is why I think you CAN’T re-enter DCA by way of Grand California, but you can return to Grand California from DCA.
Security checkpoints do change locations pending on time of day (except the one at the DCA entrance. When leaving for the parks in the morning, the security checkpoint is LITERALLY right NEXT to Starbucks. I mean, how perfect! To leave the hotel after a security check, and the
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I don’t have a lot of Covid stories from the last year but this one stands out, if this reads as bitter, I’m just burned out.
I was working alone in my little rural hotel around 8 in the evening. It was dark; I was checking the arrival list after sniping a flock of pigeons under our porte-cochère (vestibule, alcove thingy) with a water gun trying to kill a few minutes of my time when some man walks in.
I noted the fact he blew past all four of my ‘Mask Required’ signs and thought that he was clearly a jerk who was very proud of his well groomed beard, a close cut, but not scruffy. I adjusted the ear straps on my mask and tried to sound friendly and willed myself into not glaring. I am not allowed to tell people they have to wear a mask. Safety thing.
Greetings were exchanged; he needed a room and mentioned it was his birthday. I made the proper response and engaged in small talk as I took his information. Covidiot starts praising me and the hotel for how chill we are about him not wearing a mask, apparently he lost his original reservation on the other side of the state when he refused to put one on, reenacting the whole thing while I nodded and finished moving the information around.
It took effort not to roll my eyes as I slid him his keys.
“Tell me, why do you wear a mask?”
I want to live.
“It’s a requirement for my position.”
“No, no. I want to know why you wear a mask.”
Is this another solicitation attempt?
I struggle for a moment, trying to look professional and get out of this conversation quickly, but this guy is the smart kind of crazy who knows I’m not doing anything in a clearly empty hotel.
"-You're less yourself when you wear a mask."
What?
"You touch your face more when you wear them."
He holds me hostage there with his opinions on masks and how viruses spread for ten minutes while I imagine bashing my own head in with my self-defense hole puncher.
He finally takes his keys and gives me one of those know-it-all smiles and says, “Think about it,” before heading to the elevator.
I make a quick retreat to the back office to scream in a closet before going to fold the rags in the laundry room in a manner far more aggressive then usual.
Around 9 I get a phone call from Covidiot saying that from his window on the second floor, he can see that there are people in shooting up heroin in a car in the parking lot. I do not have a good view of the back parking lot, but tell him I will look into it. I check out the window
... keep reading on reddit ➡I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB
Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"
I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual
So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes
r/unclejokes for dirty jokes
r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC
r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes
Punchline !
Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub
Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat
Before we begin, u/AgroSquerril has performed a reading of my stories You Don't Kill Larvae, which you can find [here], and Sthiss Pride, right [here]. I thank him sincerely for taking the time to record my work, and wish them all the best.
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<"How much is too much?"> asked Arnd.
"I don't want to come across as pandering. I've read the Texts, but I'm not going to pretend to believe them, that would just be insulting." replied Mark. He stared at the skeleton of a script, the core of his plea to all x'errenkind. He and Arnd had brainstormed the day prior, but the two knew that to delay much longer would be a mistake, it had to be finished today.
<"Fair enough... How about we nix the lines about the Urgel Convergence and add: 'Recall A'rasi's wisdom: Know that that which speaks is x'erren, and to judge them by form alone is to deny life.'?">
Mark considered her proposal. "... Maybe, I'll make a note of it, come back to it later." He looked over the text again. "We can, have, and will continue to believe... My faith is in myself and others... X'erren and humans can live in peace despite our differences, if given the chance... Ugh, this is doing my head in."
<"You okay? You want some water?">
"I'm not a diplomat, Arnd. I can't write a speech to save my life, let alone one made to appeal to aliens. And yeah, please, with ice."
Arnd left for the kitchen. <"We'll sort this out, make things right.">
"We have to." replied Mark quietly, his words drowned out by the rattle of the refrigerator's ice machine.
The pair continued for another hour, writing and rewriting until they found something that had to work. However, after all their toil, they had made so little progress as to be negligible. Mark restrained himself from slamming down his third glass of water, and slumped back, groaning his frustration. "Argh, fuck this shit! I need a fucking coffee. I need... I need some time to think." He lifted himself up off the sofa, and grabbed his gym bag from his room.
Arnd watched him. <"Mark, what- No. Are you insane?! Are you actually thinking of going to the gym?!">
*"It helps me t
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How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?
Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.
But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.
They were cooked in Greece.
I'm surprised it hasn't decade.
Now that I listen to albums, I hardly ever leave the house.
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"I swear, sudoku was invented by the Japanese to make people hate numbers." said Sam, staring in abject confusion at a puzzle booklet.
"The French." corrected Kay inbetween bites of a cafeteria burger.
"Huh?"
"Sudoku's French. It only became sudoku after a Japanese company renamed it that for a newspaper."
"... Huh... Fuck the French."
Kay's laugh was interrupted when she shot ketchup out of her nose.
"Who punched you?" asked Percy jokingly, coming up to the table with tray in hand.
"The French." Kay replied as she wiped her face clean with a napkin. "Get bent, Sam."
"Bend me yourself, coward." he snarked.
They exchanged platonic middle fingers.
"What's the go, Perce?" asked Kay, tossing the napkin Sam's way.
"Not much to say. 'Till we get more funding, all we can do is pile up blueprints and hope one of them sticks when we get the chance to chuck 'em at the wall." He sat down at the table. "The most interesting thing I can say is that we're considering adopting nilina for external plating."
"But I keep telling 'em that it's too unstable for anything external; you'd be safer strapping nukes to the hull." cut in Richard, taking a seat.
"Speaking of nukes, I've got a bomb idea for Christmas this year." said Kay.
"That wasn't clever."
"Quiet. I'm heading up to California to meet my folks, and I usually stay at their place while I'm there. But this year, I'm treating myself to a room in the Catamaran, and I was hoping to invite all you guys! My treat, of course." She wore a broad and hopeful smile.
Sam almost choked on his water. "A-are you insane?! That's a few thousand bucks per person just for rooms!"
"I'm frugal where it counts, I can cover it, no problem."
Sam stammered. "N-no shit, I wanna go!"
"Count me in." said Richard plainly.
Percy felt the weights of expectation and temptation bear down on him, but he had to remain strong. "Sorry, I can't join you. I already arranged to meet up with Finn and Marge for Christmas." he said regretfully.
"Oh, okay. Well, say hi to them for me, okay?" asked Kay.
"Will do." said Percy with a smile.
"Finn... Isn't that Mark's boy?" asked Richard.
"Yeah. Made the House this year. He's the up-and-comer calling for more funding."
Richard thought for a moment
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Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?
Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"
Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"
For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
Hey sub-people.
This might end up being the most personally revealing tale I’ll tell. Dunno. It sure informs how I have a few Tales though.
I hope you enjoy it. It was cool to remember and caused a fair bit introspection while writing. It’ll for sure be a featured scene in my genesis film.
Thinking about it honestly made me wonder.. do I have tales to tell because of a predisposition to shenanigans? Or do shenanigans occur because I have a desire for tales to tell? There is no clear answer for me.
Oh, the sub-people thing.. of course I don’t view you as sub anything. I wanted to write something other than ‘blurb’ for once. When I looked at it, then considered the connotations, then smiled, it had to stay.
Cheers.
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My previous post reminded me of my only other tale to do with escorts. Which almost got me fired. It’s nothing lascivious, but it was educational and possibly formative.
Before mobile phones, when I was decades younger (and debatably more stupid), one of the resorts I worked was this shimmering 5 star “Split 1000kgs with you” north of Cairns. The one with the golf course. (Far North Queensland, east coast Australia.)
Sitting here thinking how to write this down, I had an epiphany. Working in hospitality, and this tale in particular, might just be the foundation for all my shenanigans as an electrician. In hospitality, I learned how to read people and communicate with different people from all walks. How to anticipate what people would do or want.
I don’t think this is a particularly funny tale, but it might resonate with some people. Dunno. But I feel like sharing, so here you are.
There’s a Glossary at the bottom for words ^*. You shouldn’t need it, but it was fun to write.
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I never minded graveyard shifts^*. The unpredictability kept it fresh. Most of the time it was a boring clean this, polish that, drive guests around, wander down to the kitchen to see what the pastry chefs had hidden. And sometimes a bit of Cane Toad Golf on the 8th fairway.
(Not this night though. We’d all just recently been reprimanded by our Concierge and the Head Groundskeeper for leaving the corpses behind. Being yelled at by an angry Scotsman brandishing a rake is an experience I do not recommend.)
As most of you’ll be aware, anytime a graveyard shift isn’t boring, something amazing/funny/drastic has happened. There are only two ways a graveyard can go really.
As mandated, around 11pm I’m out on the porte cochère^*, bored, doing p
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Because she wanted to see the task manager.
But that’s comparing apples to oranges
And boy are my arms legs.
Heard they've been doing some shady business.
but then I remembered it was ground this morning.
Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale
Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments
They’re on standbi
