Probably me telling my manager to go fuck herself.

I think it was justified, but barely.

It was a fast food joint, so not exactly a job I was willing to take shit over.

I have long hair, and have since jr high. So did other employees, but only women and girls. A hair was found in food and it had to be mine, despite my hairnet, despite it being the wrong color, and not the same length.

I pointed all this out and she told me I needed to cut mine. I asked if this was a new policy for everyone, she said just me. So I told her to go fuck herself. Now, I’d have just said no politely, and let her fire me for something bullshit and collect unemployment. But back then, I had less self control.

After that, it was probably a dude I worked with at a nursing home. Weird dude, but a generally good partner to work with. Unfortunately, he liked stealing panties from patients. Why? Nobody knew. He said he didn’t wear them, and it wasn’t a sex thing. And that’s all he would say on the subject.

Dude was lifting them after they got back from laundry services, stuffing them in his pocket. He had taken enough that it was noticeable, as in the rest of the staff was having trouble finding them for the patients to wear. You expect some loss of clothing via laundry, or wear and tear, but not just underwear, and not in bulk unless there was some kind of accident in laundry, like a bleach spill.

The laundry staff were questioned about it, and it was pretty obvious it wasn’t them since they could have just said items were too damaged or stained, and nobody would have questioned it. They would have had records of tossing them, even if they were stealing them and faking it.

Dude got found out when he fucked up and pulled a pair out with his keys in the break room. You can’t mistake a pair of big cotton panties for anything else, and the patient name was inked on.

With that, he was questioned by the head nurse, then the administrator, and gave no satisfactory answer. He did, however, return the pilfered panties when threatened with a call to the police. Not that it would have amounted to anything, but he didn’t want the attention.

When I talked to him later on, he still wouldn’t say why he did it. We had all kinds of silly theories cooked up, and I suspect that the one that he had some kind of mother or grandmother fixation was true, minus the bit about him being a budding Norman Bates taking them to dress up his mom’s body.

Last I heard, he left the state, so I doubt I’ll ever run into him to try and ask again.

That is a very valid point :)

Only people that have never played heals well say that.

A good healer? You aren’t bottoming, you’re the center of a team, keeping the pace and flow.

A bad healer, you’re chasing around a step behind the flow, watching your team go down.

In French, poules is chickens, and said roughly the same as pool. So there’s swimming poules in a swimming pool.

Was it mom’s?

You know, I agree, especially about Alton not being the cause as much as it is the viewers looking for am excuse to feel holier-than-thou about something.

You’re dead right that people took his work way too far and assumed that because he was breaking things down into the underlying food science and methodology that the exact preparations he used were default the best, period.

He wasn’t prone to that himself, though he did go hard against myths.

He’s a terrific food educator. One of the best in television history imo. But you’re also dead right about the entertainment side screwing things up. His on screen persona, combined with the structure of good eats as a show made it too easy for food snobs to glom onto the wrong parts

Man, I would love a place like that.

I haven’t had access to good, fresh strawberries since I heard about it, but even grocery store ones were yummy. Maybe not the best thing ever, I would prefer a strawberry shortcake pretty much every time. But it’s essentially the same flavors (excepting the sour cream); the textures are what makes it a new experience.

This is the recipe I used.

It worked really well, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes of work total. I kept things kinda medium chunky. Used a potato masher for maybe ten mashes. Tried it both warm and chilled. The taste was more strawberry forward warm, but it was overall better chilled since the sauce hits the tongue different. It kinda rolls across, deploying the strawberry in layers with the sour cream more. Made for better mouth feel and general taste, at the expense of that vibrant strawberry kick.

Nice catch, thanks :)

Man, people miss out on so much good eating because of preconceptions and gatekeeping.

Berries go with almost anything. And yeah, technically strawberries aren’t berries. But the point is that pretty much every berry is a blend of acidic tartness, sweetness, and complex flavors. There’s no world in which berries make something bad.

Any fruit has the potential to go with any standard food. Meats, pastas, breads, even veggies. It’s a matter of balancing the specific fruit with the other ingredients.

That’s why pineapple on pizza works. Tangy, sweet, and with that hard to describe tropical fruitiness. It brings out the sweetness of a good tomato sauce while cutting through the fattiness of toppings and any oils.

Pork chops and applesauce baby, it’s a classic for reason. Pork stuffed with apples; and other things, orange chicken or duck, blackberry glazed venison roast (seriously, you want to try it), apricot beef (or lamb), curried goat with prunes (or apricot, or peaches even), roasted brussels sprouts with apples and cranberries.

It’s all about the balancing with other things.

The Polish strawberry pasta? It’s balanced out with sour cream that mutes the sweetness some, and works as a bridge with the pasta.

I know I’m talking into a void here, what with this being a meme, but I’m always so amazed that people will dismiss a food combination without trying it, or sometimes without even trying to imagine the possibilities.

Absolutely the hardest part was the shrinking. Most of the damage, I had access to both sides of the panel. Which means you can use a hammer and a block thing called a dolly. But you have to hold the dolly on one side and hammer on the other. Which is awkward as hell. It’s slow work, or was for me; I suppose a pro can go faster. And you have to be careful because if you overdo it, you can end up hardening the metal and end up with cracks.

All the videos and tutorials say to practice on some scrap sheet metal, but I didn’t have any, so it was trial by fire.

This was back in the summer, but my left shoulder is still being pissy about the positions I was in to reach the dolly to the middle of the roof and still see what I was hitting with the hammer.

Tbh though, it was much simpler than I thought. There’s plenty of good tutorials out there,and the concepts aren’t complicated at all, it’s the skill that’s fiddly and detailed.

Body work on my car.

I’m poor as fuck and had tree branches fuck me up. Decided I’m not willing to deal with the bullshit of finding a new one, especially with all the bullshit privacy invasion on top of buying the damn thing.

So, I borrowed tools, looked shit up, and while the car isn’t fully dent free or anything, it was good enough to replace windows and you have to get close to see the warping that’s left.

Took my crippled ass damn near two weeks because I could only work maybe a half hour, 45 minutes at a go once or twice a day. And I wasn’t working fast.

While it was much simpler than I thought it would be, those auto body pros deserve their damn pay. Shit is hard physically. Just replacing the side mirror had my back cramping and spasming for hours after, even with meds. And that was the easiest job involved.

Dunno that I learned enough to exactly say it’s a true skill, since it really only applies to my car, and the kind of damage done, but the parts of the frame that were bent are back in line, and the dents that needed shrinking are damn near invisible, which I’m proud as fuck of.

The painting sucks though lol. Couldn’t get a good sprayer on loan, and the one I could get was a bitch about not giving an even coat. The blending is not great. Visible from even a dozen feet away. A few drips too. But I ain’t worried about that with a car that’s damn near twenty years old.

Dunno what the hell I would have done without good neighbors and friends loaning me the gear. No way could I have afforded rental for the air compressor after the supplies cost, parts, and glass. Came out to a few hundred all told, but the estimate was damn near 1.2k

Man, if you’re throwing rizz for three months, you ain’t throwing rizz.

Ah, the best software I only use once a year

Don’t forget the cat ears

Lavender candy

Fiiiine.

What is it with you? Are you a taco with no name? A taco with an addiction? A taco addict? I don’t know what sadist shady shit you’re into with tacos, but I’m onto you! Oh yes, I’ll be watching every comment you make until I figure it out!

Half of the list is fairly obvious, but the rest have me baffled

It’s like you said, it’s effectively a way of being a bigot without having the balls to just be a bigot. Make up shit and slap it on someone as an accusation, it’s fucking lame as hell.

Gods damn dude, what the fuck is your problem? At this point in this thread, squid could actually be a zionist, and you’d still be the asshole. Get a life