I’m sitting on my bathroom floor at 3:00 AM, crying into the fur of a 12-year-old, half-blind golden retriever mix named Buster, and I just need to get this out into the universe. Three months ago, my grandfather passed away. They had been inseparable for over a decade. When Papa went into hospice, Buster stopped eating. When Papa died, Buster sat by the front door for two weeks, just waiting. Because my parents couldn’t take him, I brought Buster into my small apartment. I’ll be honest: it’s been hard. He has severe separation anxiety, his hips are failing, and most days he just stares at the wall with this profound, devastating sadness. I felt like I was just running a canine nursing home, keeping him comfortable until he inevitably joined Papa. I’ve been going through a really dark clinical depression myself. Tonight, it peaked. I hit a breaking point where the silence in my apartment felt too heavy to breathe through. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took out a bottl...
I was managing a Club in a city with a large Air force presence. Many of the customers were foreign nationals attending Language School and would come in and most were really good people. We had very strict procedures for Credit Card usage. A valid unexpired ID (confirmed visually) with a matching name on Credit Card. Cards were reauthorized when tabs got big, A bartender called me over and handed me a US Military ID and a Credit Card, names did not match. Bartender showed me a closed tab from same guy with another name. There were four of them, all similar looking with large beards. Bartender told me he saw them using the ATM also. I approached the guy who tendered the Card. I asked why he used a non matching Military ID / Credit Card for this transaction . He apologized and reached for his wallet. This guy pulls out three different US Military ID’s. Not one of them matched name on Card. He then shows me a photo of yet another ID. This time they matched. I was never in the Military...