SARGE

That place looks like hell to me.

Little boxes on a hillside... and they all look just the same.

There was once an emergency medical flight coming into the hospital I live next to, but someone noticed that a person had parked dead center of the helipad.

The hospital was undergoing some construction, and the crew was on site at the time.

To my understanding, nobody saw what happened and no cameras caught it, but the car miraculously ended up about 40ft away from where it was parked, with orange-yellow paint scraped along one side and heavy equipment track imprints in the grass next to the pad.

The helicopter was able to land, and someone had to decide whether they wanted to admit to blocking the helipad and try to blame the construction company for damages, or let it go and drive around with a big dent in one side of the car.

I'm a big fan of "fuck quitting, make them fire you" and collecting a paycheck while doing basically nothing until they actually do it themselves. I'm not making their job easier when they deserve to get fucked over.

English IS my first language and it still tripped me up. It's an easy thing to swap, especially without much context.

I read it as "to break off" not "to temporarily interrupt"

Having children.

That's a mistake I'm not going to repeat.

For interacting with kids, I always try to act like I'm interested in the things they're talking about. It doesn't matter if it's their tiny life goals, or that cool rock they saw yesterday that wasn't as cool as the rock they saw last month at the museum.

Nobody was ever interested in anything I have to say, and even after being with my wife for 6 years, she's still trying to get me to talk more. Even I want to share something, my brain still says "they're not interested, don't bother" and I just keep it to myself. That's probably why I like to comment on platforms like this so much, I can speak my piece and then move on and if anyone is interested in replying, I get a (usually) nice interaction with someone for a few minutes.

My wife's dead sister used to scream at her children when they spoke because she "doesn't want to hear [their] bullshit" and whenever her youngest would start giggling at something she was talking about she would scream at her to shut up because she's annoying. The oldest was old enough to remember all of this perfectly, the youngest just has night terrors she can never remember.

My wife's living sister just ignores her 8 children when they're talking. Almost never even looks away from her phone or laptop when they talk and goes "yeah, uh-huh, mhmm, yep" and so on to make it seem like she's listening. The oldest has caught on and has started saying off the wall stuff like "my head came off at school and the teacher kicked it into the trash" and things like that to see if her mother even notices. Usually she doesn't.

It's not enough to just be technically listening. You have to show interest. It's not always easy, and when you have a lot on your plate it's even harder, but you can sit and listen to babbling for a few minutes, it won't hurt you, and you might make that kid's day.

People who don't celebrate Christmas.

The death of fascists and their mouthpieces is always something to celebrate.

I respect drag.

I cannot respect showering corporations with money to buy lights to cover your already unnecessarily large mcmansion in gaudy baubles, and waste enormous amounts of electricity for over a month just so everyone can see how much more "festive" you are than your neighbor.

The money wasted on the setup in just one of these pictures alone could feed dozens of homeless for a month. And I think feeding the hungry fits in way better with the supposed theme of Christmas.

It worked so well in the 1930s and 40s!

Me, waking up still trapped inside this shithole country:

demented rapist felon and a pathological liar.

It's insane to me how little this narrows it down to someone who doesn't already know who you mean.