I was expecting the worst from what I'd read on r/choosingbeggars (most of which aren't really CB stories, just people being offensive while trying to haggle).
The reason I don't consider myself (genderfluid, bisexual) apart of the general LGBT community is because I'm not going to associate with people like this. Back when IT Chapter 2 released, people were crying on Twitter because they didn't like seeing Adrian Mellon (a gay man) get killed on the big screen, even though it wasn't an anti-gay statement. The point was to showcase that homophobia is more than just name calling. Its brutal. That's what Pennywise is. Here, they were saying that Steven King is a straight man, and therefore he cannot write about gay people dying. It's an important scene in the book and they can't just leave it out because you were offended by it. If you were uncomfortable and left the theater, but didn't say anything, that's fine, but calling Steven King homophobic for adding that scene is the pettiness I'm talking about. I bet that if they hadn't added that scene, people would complain that the scene wasn't in there and that Andy Muschetti was homophobic.
And now with Disney's Onward, an openly gay character (I don't like how they queetbaited us, but that's not my point), but she is only in one scene, and everyone freaked out saying that she deserves to be in more scenes. This was targeted at Disney. A company that is relatively disliked among the LGBT community. So they can write gay characters, but Steven King can't?
Choose what you fucking want. More representation? Less representation? Make up your mind. I for one, want more pro-LGBT representation, whether it be a brutal murder of a gay couple, or a fairy tale ending.
I’m a clerk on a civil court on Brazil and oh God when will the madness stop.
Here are my previous stories if you’re interested:
The establishment | The archive drama | Barabbas & Barabbas Associated Lawyers | The theater of eviction | Public hospital is mad with social media
Most of the lawsuits I see every day are pretty standard/boring stuff – usually someone stopped paying the bank and is having their vehicle repossessed. So whenever I see something potentially different, my eyes lighten-up with the possibility of some drama.
A bunch of people – three older couples to be more specific – start suing their neighbors for building a wall that obstructs their access to a certain street; let’s call it Barabbas Street.
The plaintiffs claim that, due to the wall, they can’t go to work, and need to jump over it in order to access Barabbas Street. They say it’s a super large wall, but there are are a dozen of pictures of them climbing the wall with the help of some bricks, and it’s like 1 meter tall.
Still, I initially felt bad that a bunch of old people had to climb a wall to get to Barabbas Street.
The plaintiffs requests are:
- Obliging the neighbor to immediately take down the wall, inaudita altera parte;
- That the defendant pays for all the court costs and the plaintiff’’s lawyer.
I just want to make it clear that, being a violent third-world country, building walls between houses is the most normal thing. Usually, they are at least 3 meters tall. Also, the district I work on is particularly dangerous, and that specific neighborhood is le crème de la crème of dangerousness.
A few weeks go by, the other party is notified and countercharge.
They annex a shitload of legal documents.
Turns out that the plaintiffs are all building their (extremely precarious) houses illegally AND trying to seize part of the defendant’s property – which is perfectly legal and where they have been peacefully living on since 1997.
We have some complicated laws about approp
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I just wanted to buy him bread. :(
Anybody or organization that asks people to give them free money are no different from beggars. To survive they all have to rely on hand outs. Larger organizations just market themselves with friendlier terminology and different purposes. But really the concepts of asking for free money and giving it away are no different. Fundraising is no different from begging. You receive free money you don't have, because you pleaded with others to give it to you.
Hello. I hope you’ll at least like this weird roller coaster of emotions. I’m on mobile, poor spelling for some parts, blawddy blawddy blaw.
This was several years ago, around Christmas time. I was in Special Olympics and my team would throw parties for the holidays. We decided to do Secret Santa that one year. I’ll list the people, who will be named differently for safety reasons.
CB- Most unappreciative woman who I’m very glad is no longer around. TL- Team Leader Ugly Pony- XD Mom- Me own mommy. SG- Silent guy who used to be married to CB and didn’t do anything.
Now to let you know, I barely remember a few words spoken so I’ll just try my best to word everything right.
When I drew for my Secret Santa, I unfortunately got CB. I honestly didn’t know what to give her since I wasn’t too fondly of her. Nor was Mom. But anyway, I texted TL and asked her what CB liked. CB used to live with SG and TL before they both moved out after marriage. TL told me she liked watching movies and chocolate. I decided to make a Movie Night box.
I worked at a game store for a while so I was able to go through and pick out what movies she might like. I think TL told me she didn’t like horror movies, but my innocent brain thought it wouldn’t be too bad if they watch it together? I bought a couple movies, one of them was a horror movie, but I tried to pick one that didn’t look too scary. You might say that was dumb of me, and looking back, it kinda was.
I also bought a lot of chocolate for her. Got them wrapped and Mom took me to the party once the day came. After a few presents were opened, CB opened mine finally. I sat there waiting, hoping for a good responce. CB held up the scary movie box, looked at me with a pissed off look, and said “I hate scary movies!” then threw it on the ground making it bounce over to SG saying “You have it. You like them.” SG took the box and said nothing.
I didn’t say anything, I didn’t really know what to say after that. I just sat there and waited for the other presents to be opened and carried on till Mom picked me up afterwards. I told her what happened and she looked ready to beat CB to the ground. After her silent rage, she explained to me how utterly awful she was and how she shouldn’t have said, or done that.
After that, I started piecing the pieces together and was equally angry, and sad, and a little guilty for buying the movie in the first place. I have a hard time understanding things, so seeing that happen, my mind went com
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When I was a child, my mom did all the cooking including an elaborate Thanksgiving meal with all the fixings including a couple kinds of pies and other desserts. There were upwards of 25 of us at times. We all loved it and looked forward to an amazing meal together. Then I became the mom. I have done the same for my family over the years because that is all I ever saw, but to be truthful, I have become resentful. The planning begins in advance of the day. Figuring out who will be here and what to cook then shopping for groceries etc. Then comes the day of cooking. Literally no one hangs out in the kitchen to keep me company. It also makes me feel horrible that my mom did this for so many years and I had no idea what she put out to do all of that by herself. The day just really sucks for me. My husband will help clean up after. “His contribution” he says, but it just all feels very cold and disconnected. I have talked to him about it but he always just dismisses me like it is my problem. Today he said he felt sorry for his friend (a man and father), who was cooking alone. When I challenged what he said, and asked why he would feel sorry for him when I do it every year by myself, he just mumbled something about the guy’s family working or something as to why he HAD to cook. WTH! AITA for not wanting to do this anymore? How do I change this dynamic so I can survive another season?
During the final day of the GE campaign DRF Lords Leader Weebru_m visits Taskforce Paintball Games in Cowbridge, Glamorgan. Outside the building, Weebru had this to say to press:
>Well… I’m about to go inside and meet the team at Taskforce Games and get kitted up for a session of paintballing… Hopefully the shaky hands and visible sweat don’t show up on your cameras… Let’s just say I am not particularly looking forward to this… However as I say it is great to be here in Cowbridge, it’s not often I get a chance to visit this beautiful country with my time mainly dedicated down in London and up in Scotland where my family resides, but man I wish I could come here more, despite the horrible weather we’ve all experienced during this campaign Wales’ beauty always shines above it. I’m out here today to get the vote out for Gregor_The_Beggar and our Plaid friends so we can regain that crucial strong voice in Westminster to hold whomever gets into Government to account. Gregor’s up against some tough candidates here, including an ex-PM so I hope my pain and bruises today will all be worth it!
Weebru_m walks inside the building, as he opens the door the press gets a view of the large machine-gun looking paintball contraption that he and his soon to be foes will be wielding.
After about 45-55 minutes, Weebru walks out of the building, shaking hands with the staff and limping to the car waiting for him, one hand on his touche.
My dad was just going to grab a coffee when he was approached by the beggar. He felt bad for the guy, but wasn’t trying to hand him cash, but was feeling generous and so decided to offer to buy him “whatever you want off the menu”.
The beggar hesitated for a second and then said “ok”. So my dad pulls out of line and parks to walk in with the beggar.
My dad goes to the counter and says, “whatever he wants off the menu.” The beggar starts ordering all these different sandwiches and before you know it, it’s a $15 dollar order. My dad tops it off with...”and a medium black coffee”.
The order comes out and my dad and the beggar part ways. My dad hops in his truck and sips on his coffee feeling like he really helped someone today. As he pulled around the McDs he spots the same beggar trying to sell the sandwiches to the people in line for cash.
Okay so I work at a café/ restaurant, and have been doing this for about half a year now. I have social anxiety, and therefore am not very good at standing my ground, let alone argue with people, but I honestly thought that working at a restaurant where I am exposed to new people every day, would do something good for me. (IDK if I have been extremely naive, to think this, or just very hopeful, but I gave it a shot).
Within the first month of me working there I had had my fair share of unsatisfied people, but for the most part it had been because of miscommunication, since I am the only white girl, working at a turkish owned restaurant. I have a very hard time explaining to the chefs, if the customer want to change something about the dish, and since I don't speak turkish, and people in the kitchen don't speak my language that well, we often don't understand each other. But this can often be solved, by me suggesting to the customer, that the kitchen can make them a new dish, or by giving them a cup of coffee on the house. In a worst case scenario where the customer seems really unhappy, and doesn't want to wait for new food, or want some coffee, I have been told by a coworker that we should then delete that persons food from the check, which my boss has required us to do, so we don't receive bad reviews unnecessarily. At some point within the first few months, two girls walk into the restaurant, and sits down. One of them orders a salad. As I walk over to them with their food they smile at me, and as I am the only waitress at work that day I am already feeling a bit anxious, knowing that dinner time is coming up. Five minutes later I walk back to their table, asking them if everything tastes as it should, and one of the girls nods, while the other one gives me a fake smile, before putting her fork down.
CB: "I don't like the chicken in this salad. Is it chicken breast?"
Me: Not expecting confrontation as it is a question we're required to ask, and because I almost always just get a nod or a 'yes, thank you'. "I think so, but if you'll give me a second, I can ask the kitchen?"
I get back about a minute later.
Me: "It's chicken breast"
CB: "Okay. I don't like that, don't they have anything else?"
Me: "I'm sorry, but it is chicken breast, they use in this salad. If it taste funny I can ask them to make you a new one?"
CB: "No I don't want it"
Me: Getting even more anxious "Would you like a coffee instead? On the house?"
CB: "No it's fine, jus
... keep reading on reddit ➡(Backstory) This happened a few years ago, but I remember it well. My sister and her guy were living together and had a pond. He did not realize how terrible they are to clean and asked my brother and I to come help him clean it. It was a big pond like 3 foot × 3 foot and 1 foot deep at least, and we told him it would take most of the day because we are absolutely not experts. Just to note none of us mentioned money, we figured he was with our sister for so long that he was family, and he thought he was gonna just pay us what he felt was right.
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We go over on a regular Arizona summer day, so it was hot as hell. We realised he was out still so we shrugged and got to it. About an hour or so in he shows up with breakfast for himself and us. We joked for a few while we ate, and then went back to work. He helped out and it was coming along nice until we found a massive centipede and we stopped to figure how the f*** do we move that thing. Then of course dared each other to do dumb shit to grab it because we are guys. We finally get it out and move it to the bushes, when BIL says he has to leave, hops in his car and is gone for another hour.
B and I just keep at it scrubbing the algae and gunk out, stopping occasionally to hide from the sun. BIL shows back up with lunch, expensive burgers, i don't remember from where but they were divine. We eat and laugh about how well it is coming along, and BIL goes inside for a hat. B and I joke that we made out like bandits because we just wanted a 12 pack and a pizza to help, and got 2 full meals. When BIL comes back out we finish the last 2 hours of sterilizing and prepping the thing for fish. He asks us to set up a cover to keep cats out, and we figure it out and start filing it.
BIL disappears again and comes out with a wad of cash. This is where the weirdest fight of my life happens.
BIL : Hey thanks a ton guys. That sucked ass, so I figured a buck fifty each.
B and I look at each other confused.
BIL : You know $150, for each of you? not enough? Fine $200 last offer.
B : dude you are family we came over to hang out like we do, and help make a shitty job more fun.
Me : besides you fed our fat asses twice today, I think we are good.
BIL : Right so you can lord it over me later? NO! Take the cash.
B : $200? Are you insane? Family, at least the parts we like, we help just to hang with them. The shittiest job can be fun with the right company.
BIL : I WILL PAY YOU. I DO NOT DO THE FAVOR GAME. I AL
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