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Not 100% sure if this is allowed but story time

I am a 32-year-old female with a beautiful baby boy just shy of 2 years old. Today, I went to our local coffee shop because I found out that one of my girlfriends was working there. We got to talking, and I ordered my son a lavender latte (really it was just the lavender cream with warm milk). I have to admit that my son distracted her a little bit because he's so cute and talkative that she steamed the milk a bit too much, so she put it in the cooler behind her to cool down, which was fine. My son and I had absolutely no place to go today, so we shared a little croissant. This is where the story turns - a guy from high school came into the shop. This guy was one of those guys who thought he was God's gift to women but doesn't know how to treat them right, and even in high school, I turned him down. So, what do you think he did the moment he saw me out? If you guess he tried to ask me out, try to hit on me, or any of the variants in between, you would be correct. I was pol...

The time I lived near Tom Cruise for almost 2 years....

When I was a kid I lived in Telluride, CO for just under 2 years (family was taking a break from the Chicago area where I'm from) and I ran into him more times than I can count. It was to the point that if I saw him at this local bakery in town called Baked In Telluride, he would ask me what I was getting (this was after the story im about to share). My mother was working retail at the time at a fine art gallery. 2002, Tom was dating Penelope cruz and she had this dachshund dog on a retractable leash. I was on summer break from school hanging out in the art gallery (I was 11, almost 12) with my mother and in walks tom, Penelope and the dog. My mom and tom get to talking about what's for sale, etc and I was tasked with walking the dog around the corner so my mom could focus on the sale. I take the dog out around the square block and bring them back in. Mom ended up selling Tom a painting and a glass vase I believe. I hand the dog leach to Penelope, she says thank you and Tom kn...

I work as a data analyst for a massive tech company and I think the “Dead Internet Theory” might actually be real.

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I’ve been a data analyst at one of the largest data infrastructure firms in the world for about seven years now. Most of my day is just numbers, pipelines, dashboards, all the boring backend stuff that keeps the internet functioning. It used to feel meaningful in a weirdly satisfying way. Until around two years ago, when I started noticing things that didn’t add up. It began with a simple audit for a retail client. The data looked fine until I realized that roughly eighty-seven percent of their active users weren’t traceable to any known or consistent activity history. New devices, IPs that didn’t match known regions, even fake GPS trails. It wasn’t bot traffic, at least not in the traditional sense. These were fabricated identities. Whole clusters of them. It was like they were generated just to exist. At first, I assumed it was some glitch with an API sync or metadata corruption. But the deeper I dug, the weirder it got. The user patterns weren’t rando...

I think I accidentally quit my job

I'm Melodi and i'm 18 So I worked at a small clothing store in a mall. Nothing fancy, just hoodies, tees, sneakers. The job was fine, but my manager had mood swings. Some days he was chill, other days he’d snap over nothing. Last week I came back after a few days off and the stockroom was a mess. Boxes everywhere, new stuff not sorted, some items even damaged. I took pics and sent them in our work chat, just saying we should report it. My manager showed up like 10 minutes later, already mad. Started saying I was “creating problems” and “being negative.” I tried to stay calm but I said, “I’m just pointing out what’s wrong.” He goes, “If you don’t like it here, you can leave.” And I don’t know why, but I just said, “Okay.” He looked at me and said, “Then you’re done.” I took off my name tag and walked out. It all happened so fast it didn’t even feel real. It’s been a week. No one called. One coworker told me the manager is now dealing with the mess himself. Lowkey stressed abou...

The story of J-Force One, the farts so bad that you could smell it outside.

When I was 13, my parents sent me to a boarding school in the mountains of Southern California. The campus was picturesque, and it was an hour and a half south east of Los Angeles. Many of my fellow students were either the children of the Hollywood elite, or children of wealthy parents from elsewhere. One of my roommates was named Jack, and he was a wealthy kid from Connecticut. Jack lived in a fantasy realm and would tell other students that he was trained in stick fighting and martial arts. He would do “demonstrations” of his stick fighting, and threatened to hurt the staff if they tried to take away his weapon. About a year into my time at the school, Jack and I wound up being roommates. Jack and I lived in a four bedroom dorm room with two other students, and when Jack wasn’t having an episode of delusional fantasy, he was a pretty OK guy. Anyway, one day some kids from another dorm were hanging out in our dorm, it was the end of the night and we were all joking around having a g...

My grandmother survived Auschwitz because she looked like a child. This is her story.

My grandmother was born in 1926 in what was then Yugoslavia, in Croatia. She was just a teenager when World War II swallowed her world. In 1943, at 17 years old, she was taken to Auschwitz. She had grown up during years of hunger and hardship. By the time she arrived at the camp, she was severely underdeveloped from malnutrition. She looked 11 or 12 years old. When they lined everyone up for selection, that physical detail — something born from suffering — saved her life. She was placed with the children. The others she arrived with were sent to the gas chambers. While the children were in line, something unexpected happened. German civilians came to select children to take into custody. A middle-aged couple who owned a private clinic in Germany chose her. Instead of death, she was taken into their home. She became a helper around their clinic. She had her own room. The woman of the house treated her like a daughter. My grandmother stayed with them for 10 years. During that time, she ...