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If I already didn’t wish to bring kids into this world this would’ve pushed me there. Holy 🤬.

And usually all the cars around them had to wait six years because they weren’t aware of the upcoming turn (busy intersections).

May they never be sent back to any research facility again.

I just ignore them completely. They don’t exist for me. Depending who it is, I can say “I didn’t have time to listen to it but next time if you text/message I can probably get back to it faster.”

If you’re from the Midwest, anywhere in the Midwest. It’s all exactly the same.

Source: Went on crazy long road trips as a young adult looking for something new; ended up moving somewhere completely outside the region later.

People that leave trash in my car, usually the same people that exclaim “your car is so clean” when they first get in and see that it’s completely empty save for a few things in the glovebox.

I mean, it’s still good to know if you’re vulnerable right (for sake of discussion)?

I used to work in an email heavy industry, so people who don’t use email or more specifically what I call “threading” right.

Changing the topic (so that the discussion no longer relates to the subject line), replying to add someone in without reattaching the relevant attached files, not using redirect email functionality, including screenshots that either lack relevant information due to poor cropping or forces the recipient into retyping its contents by hand all make email super annoying to deal with. And what’s with being expected to confirm you received each and every email? Ever heard of read receipts?

Also, people who don’t read error messages. As a web developer (or more broadly “computer person”) I cannot count how many times someone has sent me a picture of an error asking me what to do. 90% of the time the error itself tells you exactly what to do. Why do I need to read it for you?

Myself, not that I did something so beyond recognition but I think about where I am now a lot.

I was a very naïve, somewhat sheltered Midwestern kid to a 17 year old mother who married (someone else) happily when I was just six months old. In elementary school and into middle school I was never popular and kind of chunky. I’ve always been a computer geek and started making websites when I was around 10 (I was bored a lot).

Heading into high school I made tons of friends in different groups. I had friends in the “drug crowd” but wasn’t into drugs myself. I graduated early only to go into working in fast food and never could finish college.

In my 20s I got really into weed and drinking and I had a friend who inherited a ton of money and long story short, we moved to Los Angeles. Tons of partying and lots of hard drugs later, we moved back but I came back alone two years later with nothing more than a backpack, computer monitor and $800.

10+ years later, I don’t party nor take drugs and have a rather boring life as a web application developer after ~5 years in warehouse jobs.

I’m generally very happy, but I’m very frustrated with the world after having lived in a big city now for almost half my life and having not been raised knowing how exactly the world works — if took me much, much longer to get where I am than those optimistic 90s teachers had me believe it would. Some days I daydream and wish I could go back to those wild days living it up, taking a couple mollies and not having a single a care in the world.

Another McDonald’s drive-thru story but probably the guy that wouldn’t pull forward for 30 fucking seconds for fresh fries.

I was a shift manager at the time and had my staff all hyped up during a busy lunch rush. We were kicking ass — no mistakes, drive-thru times were insanely low and everything was moving. I told some guy “could you please pull forward for just 30 seconds, I have the next five cars’ orders right here and we’re just waiting for fresh fries.”

The guy lost it, started screaming “I won’t fucking pull forward,” “this is bullshit,” all the typical douchebag stuff.

I closed the window and told my staff not to hand him anything. I ran outside with five bags, walked around his car and handed them all to the next cars. I told them “he didn’t want to pull forward” and made sure to point so the guy could see me ratting him out. They all took off fast and right as I walked inside the damn fries were ready so I bagged them up, opened that window and told him to have a “wonderful day.”I loved seeing his stupid face turn beet red with embarrassment.

My second worst Karen was the woman who complained that we were too fast and called corporate to complain.