By @fo on My Free Lunch
@nogreeneggs I bet you still looked cute. Not that I think he was hitting on you.
By lizard on My Free Lunch
@MaxBraverman true. my bank is always sending me joke emails. its hilarious
By WayDownSouth on My Free Lunch
This is precisely what I don't understand about this story -- if you're that broke and living that close to the edge, how can you not know how much you have in your wallet or account any any given moment? When I was in university those many years ago, I worked three part-time jobs to pay for it. And my first job was as an $8/hour proofreader. Therefore, since I didn't have much, I knew to the nearest dollar how much was in my wallet and savings account at all times. How can you manage your money if you don't know how much you have? I am genuinely mystified. And if you're literally tapped out, why are you buying take-away iced coffees?
"Kim didn’t want to pay because she felt strongly that museums should be free." Quite he rebellious stance there. Kim needs to live in the real world for a while.
The "just deserts" revelation just shattered my entire universe.
By faustbanana on Practically Free Mom-Endorsed Advice On Turning Your Frown Upside Down (Or at Least, Like, Bringing It Back to Neutral)
I have a little mom-advice list mine left me when she visited over Christmas. It was very sweet and included some ol' chestnuts like "eat more healthfully" and "get more sleep". But, the last bit of advice was "consider online dating" which just threw me into a new funnel of despair.
This is basically how I feel when I look at my account activity from last week. Usually like "What bar was this I don't remember going to three different bars?"
@josiahg Rabies shots for some, tiny American flags for others.
OR: it is delivered. they leave the notice on your door, because they need a signature. you call to see if you can get it held for pick-up. talk to a robot, with that tone of voice like maybe you are talking to a hard-of-hearing person. have the robot hang up on you three times. talk to the robot with that tone of voice like maybe you hate it and everything it stands for. e-mail UPS, complain. talk to a person, can't get it held for pick-up. UPS e-mails you back, can't get held for pickup, sorry. attempted delivery 2. attempted delivery 3. couldn't deliver, so it will be held at customer pickup center for five days. plan to pick it up after work today. my new laptop, FINALLY. It was like a little play of inefficiency. and the thing is, I will concede, that when I think about it, it's amazing how good we are at getting things places, it's like magic. You order something, anything, and they will find it and BRING IT TO YOUR DOOR. It's crazy that this is ordinary to us! But I prefer USPS, because I like to support the government, and they have never done me wrong and I like stamps and mailmen.
"If you consider Mary’s resume, escorting doesn’t seem too far of a stretch. She had been a waitress, an actress, a barista. 'They were all the same thing—jobs that rely on a woman teasing men—just socially accepted. And aren’t we all whores, to an extent? We’re selling energy, talent, time for cash. With this?' She gesticulates towards Meyer-esque breasts. 'I’m just getting straight to the point.'" Great read, but this part made me kind of mad. Like, there are waiters, actors, and male baristas - are they all relying on teasing women? I mean if you want to sell your body, it's your body, but it's not fair to equate tending bar to tending dick.