Maybe the instance they chose has more right-wing folks than average, and so their local is skewed?

Mine’s geeky old tech, queer librarians, dogs, and cross-stitch.

Joke’s on you, cat people! My tiny dog’s litter trained. That happened in early 2020. (Partner is immunocompromised, so we were doing a full strip-and-shower every time we came into the apartment from the shared hallway. It got old.)

Pup is also elderly and has an injured leg (canine equivalent of a torn ACL), so he’s now on “boring short walks, exciting being-carried-through-dog-friendly-stores”.

Bloom did it 15ish years ago. They even had an electronic kiosk where you could look up your item. (I’m not sure if Bloom the grocery store still exists.)

I’ve seen other places have a rotating list on the cart handle, which listed where common items would be.

Budget lint

And for the audio afficianado: [Well There‘s Your Problem] Episode 67: Armored Trains #wellTheresYourProblem

I just turned 40. It’s fine. Same joints ache as when I turned 30, less heartburn (because I’ve figured out my triggers).

You don’t even have to go outside of English for examples. See: the pen/pin distinction in English: some speakers have it, some can hear it when I speak, and some can’t.

Was this a decade or two ago? There was a mathematician that figured out how to separate winners and losers without scratching them off back in 2003. But I suspect tickets have gotten more sophisticated since then.

Anyways, I trust my manager isn’t doing anything sketchy. She’s generally awesome.

My direct manager gives out lottery scratch-off tickets at the winter holiday party. Last year I won $5.

You’ve… never dealt with apartment maintenance, have you? It took them 6 months to fix my sliding screen door, which was broken when I moved in (large apartment complex). No way am I trusting them to handle pests in a timely fashion.

And I’d hardly call 4 single-ounce units excessive for an apartment.

Ants get into apartments and condos, too. They’re not just an “outside” insect.

I tend to transfer a penny or two extra when I’m annoyed with the business, just to fuck with their balance sheets.

Freshman year of college, my friends group had to explain how stuff works to a member. She’d just gotten her first boyfriend and really needed The Talk.

My mom handled things by just leaving out a copy of “What’s Happening to My Body?”, but then again, I was a very bookish child.

My shoulder critic is my mom. I’m working on evicting her from my brain, but yeah. It’s a thing.

Depends. My feet are too small to keep me secure in my partner’s inversion table, which tightens around the ankles. So, if the ankle monitor is similarly unable to go small enough, I’d expect a similar problem.

On the other hand, I’ve worn ankle bracelets just fine. But an ankle monitor might be less flexible/able to tighten into the curves of the ankle.

Yep. Heard a coworker vomiting her guts out in the accessible stall and I asked if she needed help. Turns out she was just having morning sickness.

I did like working in an open office back in a previous career. I did QA and was integrated with a team of devs. It was lovely to turn to the person whose code I was testing and ask for clarification on a behavior. There really was a lot of teamwork facilitated by the lack of privacy.

The office had small rooms with doors where you could make phone calls without distracting everyone.

Flashback to riding the bus home from middle school in Kentucky when my slightly older friend confessed that she’d been raped by a cousin but she was still a virgin because it’d been anal.

I didn’t think I gave particularly good advice on that topic in 7th grade.

Chosen family > assigned family