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Elderly neighbor doesn’t know how to do life

A couple years ago I got friendly with some neighbors, an older couple (mid/late 70’s). The man was in the military and his wife, we’ll call her Nancy, is a semi-retired lawyer. Unfortunately, the man died a year ago and left his wife alone in the house, with no children and very few extended family who aren’t in the local area. Shortly after he died, she started asking me for help, mostly with computer/technology related things like sending emails or using her cell phone. After a couple instances of helping her, it dawned on me that she has absolutely no clue what the fuck she’s doing, with anything. She uses Earthlink Webmail (email), which is so old even people with AOL tell me she’s behind the times. She has no clue how to attach or download a document, print said document, put something on a flash drive, and she’s barely able to use a search engine. On top of it all, she’s paying a ridiculous amount of money for this shitty email service, when she could just use Gmail for f...

Got robbed at knifepoint on a date in LA

I work with this girl who is totally awesome, I like her a lot so I finally asked her out. We decided to go get some street food in LA. We found a spot, and while she was ordering, I stepped to the side of the road to light a cigarette. Some dude just walked up to me out of nowhere and pulled a knife. Told me to empty my pockets and then he took my wallet and my phone and then he just disappeared. I walked back to her empty handed and told her what happened and I had no money to pay for the food she was already ordering. She did not even hesitate, she paid for everything with the last cash she had on her, Such a good person. We ate but now we had a bigger problem. We were far from home with no way back so she pulled out her phone to call us an Uber and said she would pay since she still had her card. I said absolutely not because she had already paid for the food with her last cash. There was no way I was letting her pay for the ride too. Then I remembered, a friend had given me an Ub...

"The End: The Playlist Oprea" I don't know if this counts here, if it doesn't and gets removed so be it

okay so i made a playlist, that was meant to be a liner story like a rock opera, about, war, death, and eternal love, since screenshots are not allowed in this sub, i'll list the songs and how each song makeup the story The Playlist as 14 songs in total and consists of different styles, artists, and even decades ranging from 1940s cooning and jazz, to 2000s punk rock "I don't wanna set the world on fire" shows a relationship between a man and a woman "The End" is a draft letter coming to the man in the og "Black Parade" it meant a cancer dionosis but I used a little imagination "We'll Meet Again" is the wife comforting the main character before setting out "Fortunate Son" is the man in the frontlines "Ghost Of You" is him missing his wife "bad moon arrising" is a nuklar attack warning "when the wind blows" is the blast "It's the end of the world as we know it" is the fallout ...

Some Girl Somewhere Thinks She Has Bon Jovi's Underwear

In the late ’80s, I worked at King’s Furniture. It wasn't your average shop; they sold incredibly high-end pieces—think $80,000 bedroom sets and $50,000 patio sets made of imported Italian marble. Because of the price tags, the clientele was often famous; we had everyone from Bruce Springsteen and Joe Pesci to Jon Bon Jovi shopping there. I worked in the warehouse, prepping for delivery. One of our drivers was a biker named Spider Mike. He looked every bit the part of a big leather jacket biker. Mike got the delivery to Bon Jovi. At the time, Bon Jovi was at the absolute peak of his career—there were girls camped out in front of his gates every single day just for a glimpse of him. When Mike finally got back to the warehouse, we all asked how it went and if he was there. He told us they were met by a personal assistant who was, frankly, an asshole. The house was filled with pristine white carpet, and the assistant watched the delivery crew like a hawk. They were forced to lay down...

I committed a blunder. But my boss made it an oddly wholesome moment 😊

My boss is an elderly gentleman. He had just come out of a pretty chaotic meeting. He came out saying his “brain was rigged”. Despite a packed schedule, he still agreed to discuss a project, I’d been pestering him about. He logged in right after his previous meeting ended, and he had another one an hour later. Instead of diving into work, he started playing this funny song ... Rasputin 😂 that’s become super popular again. I'm not a big fan and just nodded in disagreement. He completely ignored me & played the entire thing... nodding his head in tune😂 for a full 3mins. *Then he said my brain is refreshed now. Let's start work.* And honestly… he was right. *We discussed the project in ridiculous detail. But the conversation was so easy that I ended up confessing a pretty horrible blunder I’d made recently. I had accidentally sent a WA message meant for him to an entire group from the opposing side.* I was expecting atleast a lecture... eye rolling, some annoyance ...

I was supposed to be a ‘lesson’ for my mom

My mom had me two weeks after turning 15, in the spring of 99’, at home in quiet shame. Growing up, I had it drilled into me that my mom was the problem. I mean what kind of irresponsible sl\*t gets pregnant at 15, right? I hated her for it when I was a kid, she stole my childhood too after all. She never knew how to be a mom. She decided to keep having kids and never stopped to actually become the mom we needed. It was easy for resentment to build. It wasn’t until I grew up and became a mom myself before it fully clicked for me. The same people that would tell me what a failure my mom was, were the same people that failed her. It’s hard to admit something like that, so they don’t. Instead they project, yes I’m sure my mother was a difficult child but also my grandparents made many bad decisions too! My grandmother used me as a lesson. She just hoped I’d be exhausting enough that my mom wouldn’t do it again. It worked for a while. My sister was born when I was 4. We joke that she’...