Especially_the_lies
Just a simple tailor
I was at a professional development conference offered by my union yesterday. 3/4 of the presenters I went to were using their management-owned accounts (and in one case, a management-owned device!). Now, none of the topics were about unionism–it was all how to be better at our jobs, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it… and they put up QR codes for us to access on our phones, and guess what? The links wouldn’t work for me because I refuse to put any work shit on my personal phone, so I wasn’t logged into my work account, and therefore didn’t have permission to view the document. I just could not believe that people were surprised…
Coca-Cola has entered the chat
I went to an Indian place once and asked the waiter to make my food spicy. It was kinda medium-spicy, and when the waiter asked if it was spicy enough, I–stupid white boy I am–said no. He took the dish back to the kitchen. He returned a little later with the chef. They both watched me take a bite and regret my decision. Through the tears, I told them the Spice was just right. They laughed.
I am NOT a Sneezy man!
Censors in the 90s were obviously MUCH more concerned about portraying the love between two consenting adults who had been married in a previous life than they were about a sentient puddle of goo that can make himself look like he’s dressed.
Staying with her even though she was abusive. Having kids with her. Then finally getting up the courage to get myself out but not being able to take the kids with me.