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Do pervert store managers count that come up behind you and run their hand up from your ankles to your twat?
Counts double. Probably worse if it's a situation where you had no viable way to have him held accountable. I know that's the case for some nurses that get harrassed by doctors.
I was 25 years old and literally counting pills on a pill tray. First time I was too shocked. Second time my heel kicked back and smashed his nuts. Did not happen again.
Post by NothingButFlowers on Mar 12, 2021 14:09:27 GMT -5
When we were in Carson City, our friends got divorced, and the husband had recently lost his job, so we let him move in with us for a while until he got his feet under him. One of the wife’s complaints about him had been that he was dumb, and we had kind of assumed she was just being bitchy, but he was, indeed, dumb. He would wash dishes by drizzling lukewarm water over them, no soap or anything. And when the dish drainer was full, he’d just stop and leave whatever other dishes were left in the sink. He’d take out the trash, which was nice and all, but he’d take the bag out and set it on the carpet while he put his shoes on. He started a long distance thing with this girl, and he would sit in our living room and Skype with her while we were in there watching tv. I’d get up on Saturday morning to find him mostly asleep on our couch (he had his own room), while his kid just ran around doing whatever (his kid was mean to dogs too but that’s a whole other thing).
This wasn’t while we were roommates, but it sticks with me. Since I had limited leave time and it was most of a day of flying, I decided one year to just travel for Thanksgiving and stay in Nevada for Christmas. It was the first time I hadn’t been with my family for Christmas, so I was going to do my family tradition and make a lasagna for Christmas Eve. He asked us what our plans were, and we told him. He suggested we bring the lasagna over to his place and we’d spend Christmas Eve together. When we got there, he had cooked an entire turkey dinner and said, “I thought about calling and telling you not to bother with the lasagna but I remembered you said it was a tradition.”
Also, Omar was his dog. He was a pilot who was out of town about two weeks of every month, but he decided to get a dog. Then one day he called and said Omar had bitten his kid, there was blood everywhere, and he was going to take Omar back to the shelter. We said to bring Omar to us because he’d probably be put down if he took him to the shelter and said he bit a kid. Like an hour later he showed up with his kid, who may have had a teeny tiny scratch on him but definitely had not been bitten in a manner that resulted in blood everywhere. We’ve had Omar for years now and he’s never shown an inclination to bite anyone, but then again, his kid was mean to dogs so maybe he did.
Post by Whereispassionpit on Mar 12, 2021 15:12:28 GMT -5
I moved accross the country after college and agreed to live with a guy I found on Reddit and had only talked to over video chat. He was around the same age as me, similar job schedule, and the price was pretty hard to beat in a nice apartment complex. I had creeped on his Reddit account and it was mostly comments about video games, anime, and engineering, so I thought "Probably a nice nerdy person". Turns out he was also an arrogant meathead. All he watched was shows like Sherlock and House where the main character is an absolute asshole but everyone is supposed to just take it because they're a genius or whatever, and I really think he internalized that and tried to make it his personality. He would try to get into arguments with me for sport, then call me "non-confrontational" as if it were an insult because I generally would just blow him off. He also rapped the entirety of Eminem's "Rap God" to me in the car one time, traumatizing.
When I moved in, I had agreed to pay him for half of the security deposit since he has paid it in full already. A couple of days before moving out, I asked him for my security deposit back. He sends me some passive aggressive message telling me that I would get it back once he had seen that all of my stuff is out of the apartment and my room is properly cleaned. We get into a big argument over this because I didn't appreciate him holding my money hostage, like he was my landlord or something. He avoided me entirely while I got everything out, and then tells me over text while I'm at work that my cleaning was not sufficient for the lease, and that he would have to hire professional cleaners in order to pass the apartment complex's inspection, so he would only give me part of my deposit back. I called the leasing office and ask them if they can go ahead and do the inspection ASAP, because I know for sure I cleaned everything pretty well. Turns out there was never going to be an inspection, and there was never a security deposit paid. This motherfucker was just taking my money and avoiding me entirely. I'm not sure I've ever been more angry in my life, but I talked to some friends/family about it and they all just told me to swallow my pride and take comfort that losing a few hundred bucks was worth never having to interact with this person again. Probably sound advice, but part of me still wishes I would have slashed his tires on my way out.
