Skeleton Ape posted:

CJacobs posted:

I wanna know what the three overdue books were.

junan_paalla posted:

I worked in a library for two weeks while in school and poo poo's boring, yo. I'd be making poo poo up all day too.

NoUU posted:

Went to a cafe wearing jeans and a t-shirt, everyone there could not believe what I was wearing and was talking about it while I read my book. I was then attacked and no one helped because everyone's sexist.

DrHerpington posted:

I've noticed a lot of STDH has to do with working in bookstores or libraries. My theory is that Tumblr NEETs imagine that, because they're sooo special for liking reading and books, that working in a capacity that involves books in some way is a dream job and that hilarious hijinks where an archetype they dislike does STDH.

HEGEL CURES THESES posted:

What does NEET mean?

jalopybrown posted:

Her dad called her a feminazi? I thought that was one of those words you only see online.

vaguely posted:

Not in Education, Employment or Training, basically young people who have nothing to do.

Splicer posted:

Is "Unemployed" just not acronymy enough for them or something?

Splicer posted:

Is "Unemployed" just not acronymy enough for them or something?

Serperoth posted:

NEET includes people who aren't even studying/training. I'm not employed, but in university. Unemployed, but not a NEET.

Kugyou no Tenshi posted:

It's so as not to conflate people who are temporarily out of a job or disabled with young people who are not seeking work.
Whoops, that was Japan and the NLEET rate. What Serperoth said.

NoUU posted:

Went to a cafe wearing jeans and a t-shirt, everyone there could not believe what I was wearing and was talking about it while I read my book. I was then attacked and no one helped because everyone's sexist.

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(Our mall is a big tourist destination. They don’t often speak English, and occasionally have translators. They are also notorious for wanting ‘new’ items ‘from the back’, even if the item is brand new.)

Me: “Hello, sir, what can I help you find?”

(The customer looks at me confused, then to his translator, who tells him what I said. The translator responds to me.)

Translator: “He would like this dress shirt in his size.”

(I measure the man, and get his dress shirt size from the wall. He removes the tissue paper, cardboard, and plastic clips that all new shirts come with. After looking at it, he drops it on to the ground.)

Translator: “He says he likes it. Can you get him one?”

Me: “So, he doesn’t want that one?”

Translator: “It’s for a gift; he wants a folded one. This one is dirty.”

(I notice an assistant manager is behind me, waiting to see if I need them to step in.)

Me: “I didn’t see anything on it when I pulled it out, but if it’s damaged, I can have a manager approve a discount for you?”

Translator: “No. He only wants a new one. He says it’s ‘ruined’ now.”

Me: “Alright, let me go see what I can do.”

(I take the shirt for reference and go to the back. I refold his shirt, exactly as they are packaged, and take it back.)

Me: “How about this one?”

(The customer looks very happily at me, and says thank you several times before wandering off to the register.)

Manager: “Was that the same shirt?”

Me: “Yep.”

Manager: “Did you clean it with a lint roller or something?”

Me: “Nope, but two can play at the bull-s*** game.”

Kugyou no Tenshi posted:

It's so as not to conflate people who are temporarily out of a job or disabled with young people who are not seeking work.
Whoops, that was Japan and the NLEET rate. What Serperoth said.

quote:

(Our theatre has a lecture series where authors give presentations. One presenter is a Holocaust survivor. I am very surprised to see a large and stereotypical ‘biker’ come in. He has a leather vest, sleeveless shirt, tattoos, and a beard. As the holocaust survivor is presenting, two teenage boys are being very rowdy and whispering to each other.)

Boy #1: “God! When the f*** is this going to be over?”

Boy #2: “I don’t know. Can we just go now?”

(They stand up, and attempt to leave. The biker stands up, removes his sunglasses, and addresses the teens.)

Biker: “Listen here you little s***. This sweet little old lady has gone through more s*** then you ever will in your life. I advise you to sit your little punk-a** down, and pay her the respect she deserves.”

(The boys sit down, intimidated. The biker receives a round of applause and a hug from the lecturer. I refund his ticket, and offer him free entrance to all our lectures. He’s been to each and every one since.)

Lap-Lem posted:

I like how most of these stories boil down to, Someone was rude to me or mildly inconvenienced me so I(or our hero de jour) committed a crime, usually assault against the person.

jalopybrown posted:

Her dad called her a feminazi? I thought that was one of those words you only see online.

Lap-Lem posted:

I like how most of these stories boil down to, Someone was rude to me or mildly inconvenienced me so I(or our hero de jour) committed a crime, usually assault against the person. Everyone thought that was a rational response and thus applauded. I mean even in the mild ones the villain commits such a horrid act as calling the protagonist a bad name, and the response is a death threat. I'm not saying it's ok to be rude. But threats and violence are not a rational response to a faux pas. I would go as far as to say there is something wrong with anyone who thinks that it is ok.

It's not that I've never been in line and someone is being rude and I thought "I wanna punch that guy in the nose". Sure I think that. But then my brain goes, "What are you thinking, that's dumb, don't punch people in the nose" and I realize that punching someone in the nose is a terrible response. Saying "stop being a jerk or I'll punch you in the nose" is almost as bad. Implying the threat by balling your fists and staring the dude down is only a small step down from that.

somepartsareme posted:

If you're talking about what I think you are, she didn't freak out and someone else posted a news article about it.

Retter posted:

Maybe it was someone else who freaked out then? It's been a really long time since I've seen anyone reblog it.

For more content: one time a girl told me a story that her friend was kidnapped but the kidnappers didn't check her so she still had her cell phone and was tweeting for help and got rescued because of her tweets.

quote:

(My husband and I wed three weeks before he leaves for Afghanistan, so we decide to postpone our honeymoon until after he comes home. A year later, we finally find time for our honeymoon and decide to go to Vegas. As we’re boarding the plane, we’ve decided to wear what we had worn for the wedding so we can arrive in style: he’s in his formal Army dress uniform, while I’m in my cocktail-length wedding dress.)

Flight Attendant: “We would now like to invite our first class passengers and any members of the military in uniform and their guests to board.”

(As we get up to board, a male passenger scoffs loudly.)

Passenger: “That’s bulls***! Why should that f** get to board first?!”

(There are gasps from the other passengers.)

Passenger: “F***ing murderer! You should be ashamed of yourself.”

(At this point, my husband and I are beet red with anger and embarrassment, but we choose to ignore this man and board the plane. After the rest of the plane has boarded, a member of the flight crew approaches us in coach.)

Flight Attendant: “Sir, ma’am: two of our passengers would like to offer you their seats in first class.”

Me: *shocked* “You’re kidding!”

Flight Attendant: “Not at all, ma’am. They’ve cleared it with us, and would like to switch seats with you before we take off, in recognition of your service.”

(As we stand up, the other passengers take interest. An older gentleman and his wife began to make their way back from first class, obviously the couple who had offered their seats to us.)

Gentleman Passenger: “Are you folks on your honeymoon?”

Husband: “Yes, sir.”

Gentleman Passenger: “Wonderful.” *in full voice, so the whole plane can hear* “My wife and I would take it as a personal favor to us if you would sit in our seats up in first class. I served in the military, as did my father, as well as two of our sons, one of whom is no longer with us. And I wanted to let you both know how proud we are to be flying with you today and for everything you’ve done for us and our country. I’m dreadfully sorry for the way you were treated when you were boarding, and we hope you enjoy the seats and have a lovely honeymoon and a wonderful life together.”

(By now, I am in tears, and the man shakes my husband’s hand while his wife gave me a big hug. We went up to first class and the gentleman and his wife took our seats in couch to applause from the whole plane and flight crew. Furthermore, the crew treated us like royalty for the whole flight. We were told upon disembarking that the people who were seated next to the passenger who had slurred us in the first place had asked to be moved away from him, and that he was given enough dirty looks and reproachful comments that he pouted for the entire flight.)

quote:

(I work at a department store as a cashier. I also have a medical condition where I must take a heavy amount of steroids, and a side effect of this is that I’m a bit chunky. I’m ringing up a customer.)

Me: “Hi, did you find everything okay?”

Customer: “Oh, my dear, how can they force a woman in your condition to stand at a cash register all day? Your ankles must be so swollen! When are you due?”

(Suddenly, she reaches across the counter and rubs my belly, totally invading my personal space.)

Me: “In about five years, after I finish college, get married, and get a job that pays above minimum wage. I’m fat, not pregnant, lady. And I do not remember giving you permission to put your hands on my body.”

(The customer turns beet red, mumbles something, and abruptly leaves all her merchandise on the counter. I get a round of applause from the rest of the customers in line.)

Next Customer in line: “I would have hit her if I were you.”

Crow Jane posted:

Eh, the snappy retort is obviously STDH, but some people really do lose all sense of social appropriateness when presented with a pregnant lady. Or a lady who looks pregnant due to steroids, I suppose.

Kugyou no Tenshi posted:

Same forum, different thread: I mentioned how much I hate watching people at conventions try to "train" other people in fighting styles they don't understand (mostly because I'd watched a guy tell someone else to do something that would guarantee self-injury and stepped in before his "student" hurt herself), and got the following story in return (paraphrased):
"My master caught me teaching his secret sword style to another student. He told me I had to duel him with live steel as my punishment. During the duel, his sword went through my hand. We went to the emergency room after the duel and told them I got the injury working with tools."
I met that guy. He doesn't have a scar.

junan_paalla posted:

I worked in a library for two weeks while in school and poo poo's boring, yo. I'd be making poo poo up all day too.

Lap-Lem posted:

I like how most of these stories boil down to, Someone was rude to me or mildly inconvenienced me so I(or our hero de jour) committed a crime, usually assault against the person. Everyone thought that was a rational response and thus applauded. I mean even in the mild ones the villain commits such a horrid act as calling the protagonist a bad name, and the response is a death threat. I'm not saying it's ok to be rude. But threats and violence are not a rational response to a faux pas. I would go as far as to say there is something wrong with anyone who thinks that it is ok.

It's not that I've never been in line and someone is being rude and I thought "I wanna punch that guy in the nose". Sure I think that. But then my brain goes, "What are you thinking, that's dumb, don't punch people in the nose" and I realize that punching someone in the nose is a terrible response. Saying "stop being a jerk or I'll punch you in the nose" is almost as bad. Implying the threat by balling your fists and staring the dude down is only a small step down from that.

Non Serviam posted:

What probably happened:
My husband and I are going on our honeymoon after he served in Afghanistan. We have lovely seats on our plane. We got to board first because he's wearing his uniform. Nobody gave a poo poo, since they were too busy playing with their phones.
They gave us peanuts.

Edit: Because...

Fathis Munk posted:

And is is actually a thing that uniformed soldiers get to board first ?

reddit posted:

The following events, due to their nature, are only alleged to have happened: Someone resembling myself, was in a fraternity in college. Pranking was par for the course. However, it should be said, we were quite good at pranking. Usually it wasn't malicious; more so simply creative and funny. But this one time, a rival fraternity took it a little to far with us, so we were forced to whip out a trump card prank, (allegedly)....this is what what went down.
We had security cameras outside of our fraternity house. Right after school let out around the beginning of June, a rival fraternity stole our letters. And they took a poo poo in the drivers seat of my personal vehicle. We saw what fraternity was responsible. And thus, there would be hell to pay.
We threw a party that weekend and padlocked out bathroom doors shut. All peeing and making GBS threads via all patrons, was to be done into plastic five gallon buckets in plywood "stalls" we built on several porches of our triple decker. We capped 16 buckets of loving awful, & let these ferment for like a week and a half in unrelenting 90 degree heat.
One of our brother's fathers owns a pyrotechnics company that sets off 90% of the fireworks in the Northeast U.S.....so we got some of his equipment, some detonation wires, a detonator, and 16 quarter sticks of dynamite.
That Sunday night, 4 in the morning, we take 2 rented, nondescript vans (with cardboard over the plates) and take the seats out from them, load 16 buckets of fermented poo poo & piss into them with 10 of my fraternity brothers. Each of these buckets is capped, with a hole drilled in the top. Inside each bucket is a quarter stick, wired up to some det wire, wired up to a panel detonator (one where you just hit a single switch and it will set off multiple charges simultaneously).
We rolled up to their house just prior to the asscrack of dawn, cardboard over the licence plates, ski masks, all black gear, and unloaded the buckets onto their lawn and had one brother go try and pick the lock. The douche bags LEFT THE DOOR OPEN. So everyone took one or two buckets a piece and hurriedly but quietly proceeded into the house, and put at least one in every room on the ground floor. After this was done (which took all of 10 seconds, as we had lined up the buckets in the order they were wired on the lawn prior to making our entry and just kind of circled them around the ground floor.....) We went outside and emptied the gas out of an airhorn. The lights go on. We wait five seconds or so, till we hear the first, "What the gently caress..."
BANG! Every window on the ground floor of the house blows out. And everything is coated in a fine mist of fermented fecal matter, piss and wet nasty TP. We see a lone brother of theirs, stagger out the door, and fall to his knees screaming, "I can't hear, what happened....gently caress!" Covered head to toe in shitspray so dank he had changed races. We peeled out laughing our asses off. poo poo in my car? gently caress all y'all, in the rear end, with a Sequoia shaft, sideways, with no lube. Hope my poo poo tasted good......there is no way Servepro could make that like it never even happened.....

Fathis Munk posted:

And is is actually a thing that uniformed soldiers get to board first ?