The Tactful Saboteur Puns

He has been using his alt account "Sexy Man" and has been ruining the games all day. This person will NOT stop until you take the proper action. He has been doing it for 10 years, and has been punished with a 24 hours ban in the past too! Please, enough is enough.

Him admitting it: https://imgur.com/a/CBTSQGt

Please help us properly.

I went out alone today and got put in a foursome with three guys who were there together. I’m not great player by any stretch; I’m an 18 HC and am pretty inconsistent. But I usually play fast and try to be aware of the group behind me.

Two of guys I was with today said they had been playing less than a year. Playing with novice players are fine. We all love the game and we’ve all sucked at some point. No problem. But these two guys were both walking to each other’s balls together and watching the other person hit every on shot. When it was their turn to hit, both of them were taking 5 practice swings then doing the Sergio routine where they waggle, regrip, and adjust their feet for 45 seconds. After about 6 holes, the rangers started swirling around and watching us. We played about 11 holes with the group behind us waiting on every tee.

I’m pretty sure it was mostly out of ignorance, but I never know how bring it up without looking like a jerk. It’s not always feasible to just let groups play through when the course is mostly full.

Do y’all ever gently say something when you’re playing with strangers?

Also I imagine it changes if it’s a FWB, relationship, or one night stand.

For Christ's sake, the guy thinks he's so smooth but his choice of words is always SO BAD. Like when he said at the recoupling that Priscilla was "wifey" material. Jesus. Learn to when to say what and have a little respect for people's feelings.

Edit: A lot of people are saying why not have a go at Finn too. I acknowledged this in the comments straight away and agree that Finn was almost as bad, he was just wording things a little better or seemingly trying to. My issue in posting this wasn't what exactly happened here or whether Shaughna deserved that or not, but rather the ongoing habit Mike has of opening his mouth and unbelievable stuff just tumbling effortlessly out. It is just an amazing lack of tact, whether he means it or not. It's entertaining as hell, don't get me wrong, but I still dislike him a lot for it. For Finn this was the first time I've seen him do something so stupid.

Levelling up a fresh Guardian, the Flashpoint this week is Nessus.

So there I am trying to participate with other low level Guardians in the Public Event and the Forge Saboteur over in the Artifact's Edge is annihilating us. It's very difficult trying to call down the ship and then destroy it without high level Guardians in the area.

I have been seeing the same NP for about 5 years now and have never liked her bedside manner. I always feel like she's judged me for being overweight and she was not very helpful or supportive when I was struggling to get pregnant. She just kept blaming my weight despite the fact that I was a healthy weight for 3 of the years I was trying to conceive. I finally went to a specialist after we saved up enough, got pregnant despite being overweight, had a healthy pregnancy and uncomplicated childbirth, and over the past year I have lost about 100 pounds. When I last saw her, she commented that I would probably have no trouble getting pregnant again now. I was shocked and insulted by the comment. She seems to think infertility is a lifestyle choice and not a medical condition, which I find unacceptable after everything I went through and how much money we had to pay out of pocket to achieve pregnancy. I would have loved to have skipped all that. So recently I saw someone else at the practice who I like better and I want to switch to her, but I am not sure how to go about this. Do I just tell the receptionist? Should I be honest if they ask me why? I definitely don't want to see this person again, but don't want to make a big deal of it.

I'm getting to a point in my life where everyone--acquaintances, friends, family, coworkers, strangers--think it's okay to ask questions that are frankly none of their business.

What is your polite go-to response?

Seriously, there are bugs that I understand are tricky. And then there are things that should have been fixed by now. That quest is just garbage.

I'm working from home this summer, which sometimes leads to cabin fever. 99% of the time I really enjoy being at home but sometimes I need a change of scenery. This morning I went to a brunch place. There were only 2 tables sat when I got there. It's a restaurant with 3 "sections" and there were more tables open in the section where people were already eating, however one of those tables had 2 young children who were making loud young children noises.

The server looked at me, holding a book and my purse, looked at the section with the kids, looked back at me, then gestured to an area on the other side of the restuarant and asked where I'd like to sit. I said away from the kids, she agreed, and tucked me into a lovely corner table where I had my breakfast and read my book. I could hear occasional child noises but nothing terribly disturbing.

She handled it with such grace and tact, rather than just sitting me where I would have been uncomfortable. It really made my morning.

I [25 F] have been living in my current house for just over 2 years. For the first year, the housemates consisted of me, my roommate “Dan” [35 M], and “Lisa” [26 F]. We all got along great, respected each other’s volume limits and schedules, all had similar cleaning habits, and occasionally went out for a drink or two. There never seemed to be any issues and we were sad to lose Lisa when she moved to another state to start a grad program.

When it was time to find a new roommate, Dan and I turned to the renter’s group on Facebook where he and Lisa first met me. After interviewing several candidates, we settled on “Jen” [23 F], who seemed to be a good fit at first. We were clear about keeping common areas clean, when our alarms are set, and the need for quiet after about 10:30 on weeknights.

In the time that she has lived here, Jen has never taken out the garbage, never mowed the lawn, and almost never does the dishes unless we explicitly ask her to. There are often flies buzzing above the sink because she won’t wash food off her plate before tossing it in, and it is frequently so full of her cups & plates that we can’t even get a glass of water from the tap. She also stuffed the freezer so tightly that we can’t even fit an ice cube tray inside it, and for a long time the fridge was the same way. I have found food rotting in containers on the floor that she has forgotten about and never cleaned, which I had to scrub and throw away myself because the smell was so terrible.

One day, Dan texted us with a plan to organize the cabinets and fridge by shelves labeled with our names so that we could clear up some space and generally make it clear whose items were whose. When I arrived home to help him, Jen’s car was gone and I assumed she was at work. No big deal, I understand we all have busy schedules and can’t always find a time to get together. So Dan and I are taking everything out of the fridge, wiping stains off of the plastic shelves, cleaning residue, and generally reorganizing. When this long process is finally finished, Jen waltzes out of her room, having not helped at all and heads out the door. Her room is right next to the kitchen, so she heard us cleaning and just decided not to help us move her rotten food out.

There have been other problems as well, such as her arriving home at 3am yelling at her boyfriend on the phone for all to hear, and getting caught doing a line of coke off the coffee table (which I might not have even taken issu

Long story short: she sabotages fucking everything!!!!

😂🤣😂🤣

No but really...

I noticed it as soon as she moved in..

SO was a bit unhappy with his weight and we were heading into spring and soon beach weather would be here. he wasnt fat but because his job involved a lot of sitting and he had lost his fitness level and his digestion was a problem at times where he bloated to pregnancy levels...

He was determined to eat better recently... but late at night he would crave junk food and sweets..

Id tell him no, we're not going out to buy stuff as its 11pm.. eat this fruit or a snack and go to bed coz it late... he would look sad, but hug me and say thank you for being the stronger one...

JOCARPET the next day declared 'im going to bake a cake for my darling. I know what he wants!!!'

Me: SO wants to eat healthier, he said so himself...

JOCARPET: but he wanted sweets last night.. i know which cake i will make..

Ive turned around and im rolling my eyes now and i yell out 'SO!!! YOUR MUM SAID SHES BAKING A CAKE FOR YOU TODAY'

He comes in and shuts that shit right down... shes left there standing in the kitchen holding a bag of flour not knowing what to do now... 😂😂

Next day she goes out and buys sweets and brings them home.. damn bitch...

They have nuts in them... SO has huge digestion issues when it comes to nuts and rice... which he tells her often...

She keeps on buying cakes and serving rice almost every day.. and one night encouraged him to eat nuts by the handful telling him they're healthy and theres nothing wrong with them... after that incident SO realised she would encourage him to do anything even if its killing him. He was rather surprised by this revelation and extremely sick the next day...

SOs digestion gets so bad in a couple of weeks of JOCARPET moving in that he has to leave work half way through the day to go to the doctor and has to take time off work for the rest of the week.

Im sure JOCARPET was hopeful she would get to prance around her sick son for days on end making him feel better...

But SO spends his entire sick leave at my place and leaves her all alone... he is too sick to come home for days... poor lonely JOCARPET...

I've been at my current job for just over three years. The only time I was given a small raise was when I was promoted from part time to full time about 6 months after I was hired. I work for a small office (myself and one other person) within a retail store where I handle customers needing service repairs, scheduling deliveries, ordering products and parts, and inventory. Our workload is meant for more than two people (there were originally three until one decided to become a salesperson, hence me moving to full-time status). One day a week I am in the office alone, also. I never feel appreciated and often feel stuck as there is no room to advance unless my coworker left. I'm almost 29 and make (way) less than $500/week; I feel like it doesn't matter that I'm the only one here with a BA and I often regret going to school and being in debt now. There is no way I'll be able to afford a home or a wedding or children when the time comes in a few years.

Regarding asking for a raise, what is the best way to approach my boss (who is also the owner of the company)? He hasn't given anyone a raise in years, blaming the economy and claiming "the well is dry" to others who have dared to bring it up, yet complains to us that the air conditioning on his huge boat is broken. (Excuse me while I sound petty and disgruntled here.)

I've recently covered my coworkers extended vacation, essentially doing my usual workload, her workload, and that of another department and ended up staying late each day to help our salesmen and make sure things were set for the next day. I feel like I work my ass off for less than I deserve and it's becoming very discouraging.

I know I should feel grateful to have a job, and I am. Is it so terrible to want a little more? Thank you to anyone with advice.

Tl, dr: 3 years without raise, feeling unappreciated, unsure how to approach boss for raise.

In light of the bills coming down the pipe in VA, I want to start a discussion around semantics and terminology, since this is where the grabbers seem to be getting a lot of wins in the public eye, especially from suburban people who are not familiar with gun culture.

Somehow, the infantile, scare-tactic, cringe-inducing term "assault weapon" is still common parlance. I guess if you repeat something enough, people really do start to believe it.

So the question is what's in the title. What do you believe we should call AR-15's and other rifles other than "assault weapon"? Have we lost this particular semantic battle?

I have my own thoughts on this, but I'll reserve them for a later edit after folks have responded or for a comment, since I want to get a organic, non-swayed response.

Something I don't have on the list? Hit up the comments; I'm looking for discussion and ideas.

• Patrol Rifle
• Personal Defense Weapon
• Home Defense Weapon
• Defensive Rifle
• Modern Sporting Rifle (MSR)
• Tactical Defense Weapon
• Tactical Rifle

We've been in our home for about 5 years. Our elderly neighbors have been great neighbors and we used to be on good neighborly terms. They were always very kind to us. The lady now has alzheimers. She told me when I ran into her in the grocery store. She was distraught and clearly didn't know who I was. I still wave and say hello when I see her, but she doesn't know who I am any longer. She seemed to have deteriorated pretty quickly. The gentleman passed away last July. I only found this out recently as I searched it out online.

They have a few adult children, including a son who lives one town over. Once in a while I'll see he's over, but generally its pretty quiet over there. The lady still has her dog, so I know someone is home. We share a back fence, and our properties face different streets, so we don't cross paths very often unfortunately, and I've never met the son.

If and when the time comes for her family to sell the property, I'd really like to have a chance to buy it privately (as a rental...nice to choose your neighbors, and I could extend my garden!). But I'm unsure if and how I should broach the subject. It feels a bit insensitive, but at the same time, it might be a win-win if the family can avoid realtor fees and the hassles of listing.

Given her state of mind, I don't think it would appropriate to leave a note for her on her door. I was able to figure out the local son's mailing address. Would a kindly worded letter be appropriate? Or is it best to just wait for it to come on the market.

Maybe this belongs in relationship advice? Any advice would be much appreciated!

Having just run two loyalists of either side through, I'm fascinated to think about taking my Imperial Agent through as a saboteur (sorry Raina) - but I wanted to see whether people thought it was worth it.

Bonus points for independents chipping in too. I definitely felt a stronger pull to stay independent on my Warrior, so my next Warrior to come through may take that route.

3D touch functionality for Cydia (iOS 13.x)

Download https://github.com/Lizynz/Tactful

First time poster with LOTS of stories about my JNMIL. This happened 3 years ago during a trip to Israel. This trip was a wedding gift from JNMIL and JNSFIL. The wedding had taken place the previous summer and we were spending Hanukkah in Israel. It was my husband, myself and my then 10 year old daughter. Surprise surprise, after the tickets were booked JNMIL and JNSFIL announced that they were meeting us in Israel. 3 weeks with these two. I hadn’t spent more than 30 minutes at a time with these people at this point and they had been on their best behavior until the wedding (she was a major JNMIL there). This is why we had agreed to the trip.

On to the story. MIL (who needs a name of my post is interesting to anyone) was horrible during our trip. She fought with DH the whole time, was a crazy backseat driver and an all around impossible, argumentative nightmare. We had spent the first two weeks of the trip staying all together in the home of a cousin who was out of town on vacation. For the third trip DH, DD and I split off from MIL and stayed in her sisters house.

We were glad to have some space. DH’s aunt is very sweet. However, I should have been careful around her because it turns out that most of the siblings do whatever MIL tells them to do. We had spent a lot of the trip visiting relatives who I had never met and who DH had not seen in years. We were going to dinner (Shabbat dinner) of Friday night to see the oldest brother of MIL. DH suggested that I bake 2 loaves of Challah to bring to the dinner. I would bake them at aunts house. MIL was there. What could possibly go wrong?

Backstory, MIL considers herself to be the finest cook/baker in the family. Personally I have never had my socks knocked off by anything she has made but she is a good cook. Her baking is average. When DH and I first moved in together I decided to try baking Challah to use in our Shabbat dinner. It took almost a year for me to perfect and tweak my recipe but I make a DAMN good loaf. Husband raved about it in front of MIL. She rolled her eyes and laughed. I ignored her and set to work.

In the kitchen MIL hovered obnoxiously while I got set up. She complained in about every little thing I did and even tried to get me to use dead yeast. I learned the importance of yeast during my first failed Challah attempt and I know when yeast is dead. I showed her that the improperly stored yeast (open and unrefrigerated) was no good by adding 110 degree water and sugar. After 10 minutes