u/PassageNearby4091

A man walks into a bar and sees a little man sitting on the bar, only 10 inches tall, playing a tiny piano.

The man is amazed.

He says to the bartender, "Where did you get him?"

The bartender says, "There's a genie in the back room. He grants wishes."

The man immediately goes into the back room, finds the genie and says, "I'd like a million bucks."

POOF!

Suddenly the room is filled with ducks.

Ducks everywhere.

On the floor. On the furniture. Flying around the room.

The man runs back into the bar, furious.

"That stupid genie! I asked for a million bucks and he gave me a million ducks!"

The bartender looks at him.

"Did you really think I asked for a 10-inch pianist?"

One evening, an impeccably dressed older gentleman walked into a very expensive restaurant in Paris's 6th arrondissement. He wore a tailored suit, a silk tie and highly polished black Gucci shoes.

The gentleman ordered champagne, foie gras, lobster and a vintage bottle of Bordeaux. For dessert, he selected the most expensive item on the menu and ordered a brandy.

When he had finished his meal, the waiter presented him with the bill.

The gentleman looked at the waiter and said, “I don't know if you remember me, but many, many years ago, I was quite down on my luck. I came here for a meal and, when it came time to pay, I couldn't.”

The waiter looked at him more closely.

“You publicly humiliated me,” the gentleman continued. “You had security march me through the restaurant and throw me out into the street.”

The waiter suddenly remembered the incident. His face turned bright red and he began apologizing profusely.

The gentleman held up his hand.

“Don't worry, old chap,” he said. “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to do it again.”

A bagpiper was asked by a priest to play at a graveside service for an elderly homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be held at a graveyard next to a small village church. The bagpiper was not familiar with this area, he got lost and, being a proud man, didn’t ask for directions.

Finally, two hours late, he arrived to find that the priest and funeral director had already gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the gravediggers and crew left, and they were sitting in the grass eating lunch.

The bagpiper felt very bad and apologized profusely to the men for being late. He went to the side of the grave and looked down to see the vault lid already in place. He let out a heavy sigh. Not knowing what else to do, he started to play his bagpipes.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around the bagpiper. He played out his heart and soul for this poor, homeless man with no family and friends. And as he played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began weeping. They wept, the piper wept, they all wept together.

When the bagpiper finished, he packed up his pipes and started for his car. Though his head hung low, his heart was full. As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say with a shaky, grief-stricken voice, “I've never seen anything like that before ... and I’ve been installing septic tanks for 20 years.”

Growing up, my Mum, whose parents were Mennonites from Russia, always referred to her ethnic background as "German". So did every other Mennonite I knew.

But these so-called "Russian Mennonites" trace their origins, not to Germany, but to the Netherlands in the late 16th and early 17th centuries. They eventually fled persecution to German-speaking West Prussia (now Poland) and later to South Russia (now Ukraine).

I've done numerous DNA tests (23andMe, Ancestry, MyHeritage) which show the bulk of my genetic origins to be "Dutch" or "Netherlands" -- not "German" or "Germany".

Of particular interest, I have even read ship manifests from the 1920s that list "Dutch" next to the ethnic origins of my ancestors and other Mennonites who came to Canada from Russia -- not "German" although some, indeed, stated "German".

I am assuming that it might be a case of these Mennonites being "genetically" (for lack of a better word) Dutch, but culturally German, since after their arrival in Prussia they would have adopted the German language and customs.

On a modern-day map of Europe, our ancestors never actually lived in what is today Germany, yet it seems to be the "homeland" of the Mennonite people.

And he's drinking a can of Stella as well, so probably drunk. He is absolutely obnoxious.

EDIT: After walking out in front of traffic and getting honked at, he's finally left (after throwing a barrage of insults at the driver) and wandered northbound on Bethune St. He's been around before doing the same thing, and, unfortunately, he'll probably be back. So tired of this crap.

I joined this subreddit recently and have noticed a lot of stories and comments here that appear to be from people who are obsessing over others in ways that, to me, sound like crushes or even love. In some instances, people have shared stories about having been intimate with their LO.

This really doesn't sound like limerence to me, but maybe I'm wrong.

I have experienced what I would call "crushes" and I have experienced what i would call "love', but they are very different from what I would describe as "limerence" that I have experienced.

Limerence, to me, is having obsessive thoughts about someone who is, typically, a member of the sex you are attracted to, but you are not attracted to them in a sexual way. The attraction is more about them as a whole, and the "fantasies" are not being in intimate situations with them, they are instead fantasies about spending time with that person, going for a drink with them, having conversations with them, etc. -- which is what makes limerence so confusing.

Or maybe Jose has just moved on and is no longer posting them?

I am thinking it might be "No true Cajun puts tomatoes in their gumbo", but there are probably other.

Curious to hear your thoughts.