why do these kittens have the exact same energy as a nest of baby owls
@curlicuetruth you are very right
Listen. The day I found gluten free dino chicken nuggets was probably the happiest day of my life.
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why do these kittens have the exact same energy as a nest of baby owls
@curlicuetruth you are very right
Alternative theory: time travelers from the far distant future with only the vaguest idea of how restaurants work BUT they have seen filmed entertainment. They only have a limited amount of budget/time so didn't invest heavily in the subterfuge, and don't care anyway. The old lady is a frustrated culinary historian absolutely thrilled to try out her recreated recipes on some unsuspecting locals.
my friends and i used to frequent a little Thai place that was For Sure the front for some kind of money laundering. we loved it. the food was amazing, also cooked by a single elderly woman. the vibes were absolutely chaotic.
the tables were separated by raw plywood dividers. the walls were covered by woven plastic mats. the plumbing was ancient, so there were "please only flush toilet paper down the toilet" signs--written in red sharpie on copies of their last repair bill?? the out of order stall in the ladies' room was indicated by a potted tree holding the door open. they didn't have a liquor license, but you could bring your own wine; they only charged a corking fee if you borrowed their bottle opener, so by the second visit everyone had started carrying one in their purse. there was one (1) soup dish that came with a vaguely threatening caveat against sharing.
that place gave us so much flavor, laughter, spice sweat, and tears. i hope the owners pulled off whatever they were trying to do. bless.
I was an employee and a regular at the cash only coffee shop that the owner used for laundering money from his cocaine sales for a local extralegal organization.
We had a very stable clientele of 30 of so people who would come in once a day, buy a cup of coffee for a dollar, and then hang out for twelve hours. Most of these people (me included) were Weird But Not The Kind Of Weird That Attracts Police Attention and if anyone did start attracting police attention (by starting fights, dealing meth in the parking lot, or leaving their bong on a table on the patio) they were promptly banned.
It turns out that having 5-20 broke, chainsmoking misanthropes on the premises at all times does a great job of making it look like you're a real business while keeping the overhead low because you can pay under the table and your customers never care when you run out of milk, bagels, or to-go cups. (I had one shift there near the end where I sold a total of $6 of product because we were out of everything except whole milk, flavor syrups, and decaf coffee)
For the last six months of operation that place didn't even have a working coffee machine (one of the employees brought in his grandma's Mr. Coffee when the heating element on the Bunn died) and in the last two months even coffee stopped getting delivered and the employees were buying ice and ground coffee from the grocery store out of the drawer and leaving receipts in our cash-out envelopes (which were kept in the fridge until the manager showed up once a week and did everyone's paycheck out of whatever was in the fridge).
So if you were a normie who wandered in we just looked like a shitty coffee shop that didn't even take cards that sold canned drinks and black coffee and was always out of ingredients for smoothies and you didn't want to hang out on a date or study or bring you kids there because the place was full of smoke and angsty teenagers who were all fucking each other. But if you kept coming back we would eventually adopt you as a regular and someone would tell you why there was a 6-foot-long mirrored table in the lounge where the manager did the cash count.
I will say I get the vibe that a lot of peoples interest and support for strikers is a bit too much for a vicarious ‘burn it down’ thrill, rather than for the actual goals of a strike.
Like UPS has agreed to come back to the table and it is very possible they will concede to Union demands and avert a strike. And if that happens (so long as the union does not make concessions on its key demands) it’s a good thing. It’s a victory for the laborers. It is the same ultimate conclusion that a strike would intend to produce except without the workers having to go on (not so great) strike pay for a week or two.
Getting what you want without having to strike is sort of like getting someone you're suing to settle. It allows you to get what you want with a lot less pain and financial sacrifice. The other party also benefits for the same reasons (not to mention saving face), but that in no way diminishes your victory. Sometimes the threat of fighting back is enough to get the powers that be to back down--thats a good thing
This is *peak* Internet
I’m begging you to turn the sound on!! 🤣🤣🤣
This is the internet I love and miss.
…as the original lolcats phenomenon leans in to whisper, “Did you miss me?”
I missed you so MUCH! *broken sobbing, holding tight as the Internet of Cats wriggles to get free and jams a foot in my mouth*
the ten commandments
NOTHING makes me more mad than people shoving aside creepy behavior just because the person in question is neurodivergent and doesn't pick up on social skills well. there was this girl in high school who got way too touchy with me no matter how many times I told her to stop and the fucking school guidance counselor and school psychologist were like "well you can't blame her because she can't pick up on social cues well". i'm neurodivergent too but if someone begs me to stop doing something it's kind of fucking clear they don't like it???
just the way people approach neurodivergency is so infantilizing I hate it. if you ever reblog a post about how it's ableist to react angrily to someone invading your space i'll fucking kill you. half the things you guys call ableism are just straight up not, and this isn't even a tumblr thing, it's something supposed medical professionals believe.
It's no longer a social cue if someone says "stop, i don't like that" it's literally just someone verbalizing what they expect you to do. which is stop.
^^exactly