No way.

In that situation, you didn’t hire door dash, Best Buy did. You paid Best Buy for a product. If they used a delivery service that stole your product, then Best Buy didn’t deliver what you paid for. Best Buy would have a brief, reasonable opportunity to do the right thing, then it would be a charge back.

Don’t get me wrong, I think we’re at the point where it may be the only way out. It’s just nothing to look forward to, and suggesting Europe “does it better” isn’t comforting.

Even in Europe when things would get bad enough for the people to put aside their differences and kill the ruling class, the differences tend to re-assert themselves once the common enemy is gone. That’s where things go south. Cutting heads off is like eating potato chips. You can’t just stop once you’ve started. Eventually you’re pulling crumbs out of the bottom of the bag.

If it gets bad enough for the American people to unite to kill the oppressors, the oppressors will definitely have a bad time, but you better be ready for one hell of a rough ride after.

Imagine for a moment if the fortune spent on the failed wars in Iraq and Afghanistan was instead invested in reducing our dependence on oil.

Operation Man-Baby Tantrum.

More like:

Use reports lightbulb is broken. Support spends an hour talking user through diagnostic tests. Determines that the lightbulb in question is a houseplant.

Microcenter, perhaps.

https://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/exclusion_laws/

Unethical life pro tip there. “Steal from volunteers” shouldn’t inspire any sympathy for you from anyone.

If you’re going to steal, steal from Home Depot.

Both. Malice inspired poor training.

My oldest has no children and works fully remote.

When the pandemic started, his company decided to have everyone work from home. They very quickly discovered that they were just as productive, and the owner decided it made sense to dump their office space.

A group of employees decided to go on vacation together, while still working. Since they are all remote, they didn’t actually have to work from home. They got an Airbnb with good Internet, worked during the day, and saw the sites and had fun together after work.

If you’re remote and you miss that sense of community, reach out to your coworkers and ask them if they want to hang out after work. It’s possible they don’t and you’ll be disappointed. It’s also possible that they feel the same way but didn’t know they could do something about it.

Either you’ll be the hero that saved everyone from their solitary existence, or you’ll have to accept that they don’t want to hang out with you.

There’s a point in the size relationship where “girl holding owl” becomes “owl holding girl”, and this seems a bit too close to that point.

It’s definitely because you were raised on soda.

I think our 2021 Honda Civic Sport looks pretty fancy. No one is going to mistake it for a Ferrari, but I think it’s pretty hot for the price.

I also wouldn’t fit in any real sports car anyway.

You win.

About 40 years. We met for real when she was in 9th grade and I was in 10th grade. We started dating when she was 15 and I was 16. We got married 32 years ago.

Edit: Since it looks like we’re the oldest couple in the thread so far: first date was October 5, 1986.

I have never before been inspired by so many posts to respond thusly:

  Well, duh.

How do people still claim to have questions? How do they pretend to be surprised when Trump lies? How can they still claim shock when they discover lawlessness?

I mean, seriously. Duh.

I recently purchased an incredibly shitty hand truck for a move.

Apart from the not unexpected need to beat a part into shape with a hammer, it also included a “wrench”. Really just a vaguely wrench-like shape stamped out of a piece of 1/8" thick sheet metal.

There were three different sizes of nuts and bolts required for assembly, and the “wrench” didn’t fit any of them.

If we scream into the void, how will we hear it when it calls?

My wife and I are in our fifties. When we got our robotic vacuum we spent a week arguing about what to name it.

Meryl Sweep