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My mom and dad were both 16 when I was born and dropped out of high school before they graduated.

My father eventually got his GED, took a gamble on student loans, and went to college for graphic design. He stacked up recommendations in the UI industry and rose to the top of his field before getting a townhouse in San Francisco. I talk to him regularly

My mother never got her GED, bounced around between local day jobs, had two more kids, and moved several times a year. She eventually moved into my stepdad's trailer and is still there to my knowledge. I have no idea what she does for a living because we don't talk

I spent the school year with my dad and spent every April, August, and December with my mom. The one exception was in sixth grade when I spent the school year with my mom and the aforementioned months with my dad. AMA

Easily my biggest victory thus far. I felt like a Brotherhood Assassin doing a leap of faith sans the hay/leaves. It was the first time in my 20s I've felt that rising/uplifting feeling in my stomach in an ENJOYABLE WAY!

Most men in my family sleepwalk to start. I also have a drug-resistant seizure disorder that causes sleepwalking and sleep-eating in and of itself, and I also take a total of six medications that have made both much more frequent. I will wake up with massive leg bruises, wonder "when the hell did I eat an entire family-sized bag of mini donuts?" and suddenly feel nauseous. The sleepwalking episodes are also much longer than in the past. AMA.

*body horror warning*

A guy had to drill into his skull, cut out a piece of his brain, and jam it into a slot to stop an electrical current from zapping him to death.

Fun fact: brain tissue still conducts electricity. Like... pretty efficiently, actually

I have four years of retail experience from before I was disabled and have seen/dealt with some shitty coworkers and some REALLY shitty customers, but I'm still sitting at my desk like "Uh... what just happened?" and thought I'd share this here

I have a service dog, and I mostly thought this was noteworthy because literally every other worker I've come across in my area, even in stores with no-dog policies, just don't care because she's very friendly and knows not to jump or try to play. She understands that she has a job to do, so she mostly just stands there and looks pretty

Long story short, I have Temporal Lobe Epilepsy and my seizures can come on without warning. I walked to a store on a day where I felt a little "off," and it's a bit of a walk, so I took my seizure dog with me just in case. When I walked into the tiny little gas station, I had the "no-dogs-allowed-in-the-building" conversation with an employee. I tried to explain my story and how I wouldn't be more than 30 seconds at the most, but as soon as I started speaking, she tried talking over me to the point where she was YELLING

I wanna make it clear that my first thought was about how maybe she's allergic or has a phobia, etc. But that idea was short-lived when she actually tried to claim the reason she knows what the laws are is that she's trained service dogs herself. Yet her first question was not about what disability my dog is assigned for; it was about where the special vest was, seeming like she was genuinely unaware you can just go buy those at Walmart. Since she was getting confrontational, I responded with: "Then you should know you're legally allowed to ask what disability it assists and what tasks it's trained to perform. That's it."

I think she thought I was acting like a Karen, so she tried to play the Uno reverse card and was like "Do you want me to get the manager on the phone?!" Which kinda threw me because I wasn't asking to see/talk to one, so I was like "Uh... I think that's up to you"

She proceeded to sink into the corner and get all hushed on the phone for a short time while occasionally looking up to ask questions whose answers were literally every piece of information I had already divulged. Then the manager (on the phone) asked to speak to me. The manager said "Hey, so I hear you've got a dog?" and I just wanted to leave at this point, so I said "Yes but I'm at the register with the one thing I want, and she's just not scanning it," hoping that they understood I would have been in-and-out in the amount of time it took to make the phone call. I can't be certain, but given the result I'm pretty sure the manager told her to just scan my Arizona so I would leave

The main reason I thought some here might find the story entertaining is because no matter WHAT the situation in question is, I can't imagine trying to die on any kind of hill over something that's literally $1.07 (aka less than €1) especially to enforce the policies of a bunch of corporate dickheads who wouldn't even care if a dog straight-up mauled you on the clock as long as they weren't getting sued and you could still make it in the next day

I have four years of retail experience from before I was disabled and have seen/dealt with some shitty coworkers and some REALLY shitty customers, but I'm still sitting at my desk like "Uh... what just happened?" and thought I'd share this here

I have a service dog, and I mostly thought this was noteworthy because literally every other worker I've come across in my area, even in stores with no-dog policies, just don't care because she's very friendly and knows not to jump or try to play. She understands that she has a job to do, so she mostly just stands there and looks pretty

Long story short, I have Temporal Lobe Epilepsy and my seizures can come on without warning. I walked to a store on a day where I felt a little "off," and it's a bit of a walk, so I took my seizure dog with me just in case. When I walked into the tiny little gas station, I had the "no-dogs-allowed-in-the-building" conversation with an employee. I tried to explain my story and how I wouldn't be more than 30 seconds at the most, but as soon as I started speaking, she tried talking over me to the point where she was YELLING

I wanna make it clear that my first thought was about how maybe she's allergic or has a phobia, etc. But that idea was short-lived when she actually tried to claim the reason she knows what the laws are is that she's trained service dogs herself. Yet her first question was not about what disability my dog is assigned for; it was about where the special vest was, seeming like she was genuinely unaware you can just go buy those at Walmart. Since she was getting confrontational, I responded with: "Then you should know you're legally allowed to ask what disability it assists and what tasks it's trained to perform. That's it."

I think she thought I was acting like a Karen, so she tried to play the Uno reverse card and was like "Do you want me to get the manager on the phone?!" Which kinda threw me because I wasn't asking to see/talk to one, so I was like "Uh... I think that's up to you"

She proceeded to sink into the corner and get all hushed on the phone for a short time while occasionally looking up to ask questions whose answers were literally every piece of information I had already divulged. Then the manager (on the phone) asked to speak to me. The manager said "Hey, so I hear you've got a dog?" and I just wanted to leave at this point, so I said "Yes but I'm at the register with the one thing I want, and she's just not scanning it," hoping that they understood I would have been in-and-out in the amount of time it took to make the phone call. I can't be certain, but given the result I'm pretty sure the manager told her to just scan my Arizona so I would leave

The main reason I thought some here might find the story entertaining is because no matter WHAT the situation in question is, I can't imagine trying to die on any kind of hill over something that's literally $1.07 (aka less than €1) especially to enforce the policies of a bunch of corporate dickheads who wouldn't even care if a dog straight-up mauled you on the clock as long as they weren't getting sued and you could still make it in the next day

I just got into the "no-service-dogs-allowed-in-the-building" argument at a tiny gas station, and the employee tried to play the uno-reverse card by threatening to call the manager... when the manager spoke to me, it resulted in the lady checking me out and forcing in a "have a good day" 😂

But here's the best part.

The employee actually tried to claim that the reason she knows the rules is because she's trained service dogs herself, despite asking where the special vest was as if you couldn't just go buy those at Walmart. My response was: "Then you should know you're allowed to ask what disability she assists and what tasks she's trained to perform. That's it."

She then said "dO yOu WaNt Me To cAlL tHe MaNaGeR?!" And I was more confused than anything, so I was like,"I mean if YOU want, sure" (I forgot to bring up the official ADA website but I was very much still channeling the energy of "Check your sources, bitch.")

She then sunk into the corner and got all hushed on the phone for about 3 minutes before asking questions whose answers were every piece of information I had already divulged. Then the manager (on the phone) asked to speak to me, and I was like, "I'm next in line with the one single item I want, and she's just not checking me out. If she had I would be gone by now." So the manager clearly told her to just scan my Arizona and leave

Idkw lack of control this person has in their personal life, but I worked retail for 4 years before my diagnoses and I can't imagine dying on the hill of an entry level retail job, let alone over an item that's literally $1.07 (that's less than €1)

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I'm sorry if this is a stupid question, but it's always bothered me. When Walt has K8 chained up in the basement he can't bring himself actually deliver some kind of killing blow because he (at that time) didn't have the stomach for it, why didn't he just stop making sandwiches and bringing him water? Problem solved.

Don't get me wrong, I understand why the writing of the show required it, but from a character perspective wouldn't the easiest way out be to just leave the guy in the basement for a few days until it was time for second acid bath?

I'm just saying that if Johnny Cage can do it through multiple universe resets for over 30 years now, then clearly there's some headcanon potential here. I just imagine he found the knife version of a Vorpal Sword somewhere in the Netherrealm (hence Peacemaker's surprised reaction to getting hurt so badly from one slash) and that the origin of his fighting skills is like that movie Everything Everywhere All At Once, where the version of him that got sucked into Earthrealm has superhuman strength and endurance but is considered a normal Ghostface in his personal Scream world. Anybody else?

He sits at my D&D table now and good fucking god it is so damn hard not to channel that scene... especially since he's genuinely one of the nicest and most intelligent people I've ever met. Speaks 7 languages, with the third learned being English, and he speaks it so well I thought it was his native one

"Naj...?"

"Yeah, he's this new hair stylist."

"... Naj?"

"I can never think of anything to say to him."

"How about 'Hey Naj, where'd you get such a stupid name?'"