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2022.09.16 21:45 Normal_Technician784 PittsburghParking
Hi! Welcome to PittsburghParking! This community is meant to report when and where Pittsburgh Parking cars are spotted. You know… in case you’ve been parked in a 1hr spot for the past 6 hours or if your parking meter time expired 2 hours ago…
2023.06.05 01:18 noo-yoo SMB4 First Impression
Disclaimer: I only have 3 hours played and my thoughts are subject to change as time goes on
As stated, I have 3 hours on Super Mega Baseball 4 via EA Play 10 hour trial that comes with gamepass ultimate. All 3 hours were logged on Xbox series X on a 32 inch 60hz Samsung monitor. I also have over 500 hours on SMB3 on the same console and same monitor.
I originally planned on pre ordering the ballpark edition game to get extra parks and to play 3 days early. Work got busy so I didn’t have the time. Upon release I played 1 hour on the demo and I was immediately relieved I didn’t spend the money and preorder. Over the next 2 days I played an hour each. Now, on to my review. -At first play, the game felt cheap in comparison to SMB3 in some ways. The sound effects such as the bat hitting the ball or the ball hitting the catchers glove just sound ridiculous, out of place, and overall cheap as if they came are the sound effects from an iPhone game. IMO, enhancing and adding new sounds from previous games would have been a better fit. Also not a big fan of the music that plays when any of my players throws a ball to another player in what they call the “throwing mini game”. I think the game was better without that music and I wish I could turn it off or just have it play a sound effect ascending in pitch as you reach 99 on the meter if a noticeable sound effect is necessary. -That aside, the game definitely has been enhanced from previous titles, no doubt. The frame rate seems to be higher, as well as higher definition and clearer resolution. Overall the game is smoother and motions are much more fluid than SMB3. It’s so much better that I have to get used to the pitching and batting as it appears to be more responsive. -On to more positivity, added ball parks are great. I usually play franchise mode with 24 teams, and while the 3 extra ball parks in the deluxe edition would have been even better, here I am without the DLC. Customization has also been somewhat improved but not entirely overhauled as some may have expected, myself included. I still enjoy customizing players and teams but maybe some more jersey designs or gear would have scratched the itch. -I’ll conclude my review with the fact that when it comes to the traits and chemistry, I am on the fence. At first I didn’t like it as I thought it’ll make the game more complicated and the luck of it all can decide some games should it come down to a walk-off or strikeout. The more I play, the more I accept the new system. The more I learn about it, the more I use it to my advantage and it has its moments. There are times, however, I wish it wasn’t in the game such as pennant race or just playing friends for bragging rights. I think overtime it may keep the game fresh and exiting where it could be boring with out it. Overall, I think I’ll wait for the game to come out on Gamepass and I won’t spend any extra money on it. In the meantime I’ll be playing franchise on SMB3 wishing SMB4 to be everything SMB3 is not. Maybe that’s the problem. It never will be and I should just take it for what it is and enjoy it. I can’t help but think if EA wasn’t involved, SMB4 would have been better. We’ll never know…
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2023.06.05 01:18 OpsWutwut Rain this week?
Heading to NOLA tomorrow and the forecast calls for rain most of this week. Having a hard time finding out if I should be packing for constant rain with a raincoat and waterproof shoes, or if it's scattered showers throughout the day that dry up soon after.
Also going to an outdoors concert at City Park Friday night... Not sure how to pack for that from a rain standpoint, they say no umbrellas allowed 😭
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2023.06.05 01:18 ericmchen Is a parking space with a width of 2.1 meters enough to accommodate a small SUV?
I haven't purchased the new car yet, but I'm currently searching for a compact SUV like the Audi Q2 or Q3. Unfortunately, my building doesn't have parking available, so I've found a nearby parking space for rent. However, the space is quite small. I'm curious if a small SUV, such as the Audi Q2 or Q3, would fit in the parking spot, which has a width of only 2.1 meters (6.8ft). The worse condition is, this space is on the end of the row, the wall on the left side.
Thanks for any tips.
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2023.06.05 01:17 foyerhead [listing]Room in luxury DUMBO 2bed1bath ($2330/mo) 11 months starting July 1
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11 months sublease — 1 Bedroom (Full bed included) available in 2 bed 1 bath luxury apartment starting July 1st! Please read everything before reaching out! submitted by foyerhead to NYCapartments [link] [comments]
Monthly rent: $2330, plus ~$100 for utilities/renters insurance and wifi. To move in you will need to pay a deposit, which is one month’s rent. So total for first month would be $4660.
Availability: July 1st 2023 to June 1st 2024, with the option to renew the lease.
About the apartment: This apartment is located in DUMBO/Vinegar Hill, and is a 2 bed 1 bath apartment on a 3rd floor elevator building. The unit has a washer and dryer, dishwasher, AC unit (can be used for both cooling and heating), central air, and a balcony. The building has a part-time doorman and a live-in supervisor (which is very convenient!). Building amenities include bike room, gym, laundry in building, package room, study room/lounge area, dog-walking terrace, and a gorgeous roof deck with barbecue stations!
Location: the building is located in prime DUMBO and next to a beautiful street of brownstones. The place is very residential and steps away from amazing restaurants and cafes such as Devocion and Time Out Market. There is conveniently a CVS 5 min walk away, and it’s great for any emergencies. For groceries there is Wegmans 10 min walk away and Trader Joe’s 17 min walk away (or 1 stop away by the F train). It’s also minutes away from the iconic viewpoint for the Manhattan bridge, pebble beach, and the Brooklyn Bridge park.
Transportation: 5 min walk to F at York St, 10 min walk to A & C at High St, 3 min walk to York St/Jay St bus station for B67, and 12 min walk away from the East River Ferry
The roommate: you will be living with a 25 y/o male working in tech. He mostly works from home during the week. He is clean and a great roommate. He loves going out and exploring the city, and is fun to hang out with!
Who are we looking for: preferably someone in their 20s, non-smoking, no pets, any gender welcome, preferably no couples.
How to reach out: message me/chat me directly for a full video tour and with any questions or to request an in-person or virtual tour.
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2023.06.05 01:14 Rich_Development_539 Meet up
I say we have meet ups in every city !parks, restaurants , anywhere we all know why we are there who knows may be hook up or just plan a hike or activity with each other or group what do we have to lose?
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2023.06.05 01:12 Autographcollector96 Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic in Jersey City - 6/3/23
2023.06.05 01:11 Ecstatic_Mission_628 I have nothing left to live for.
I am a middle-aged 35-year-old male with a humble bachelor's degree in English literature and an expired educator's certificate. I'm an alcoholic and have been living in a recovery house with nine other men for over two years. I was invited to move in with a friend about four hours north but that offer seems to have been rescinded. That was truly all I had to look forward to.
Now my job as a substitute teacher will end this upcoming Thursday and I have no job lined up for the summer. I have applied for countless positions and haven't heard anything from anyone. I can't afford food, I can barely afford rent, and not only do I hate living where I live (both the house and the city it's located in, Miami (AKA the perpetually soiled anal sphincter of the US), but my favorite time of any day is when I'm asleep. It takes roughly 60 seconds after I wake up to realize - yet again - that I wish I was never born.
I didn't ask to be brought into this world but now I'm here, and I'm supposed to feel guilty about exiting this tedious endeavor called life.
If I continued to live, all I would be doing is subjecting myself to ceaseless and abject misery. So tell me: What is the point?
"Let a man live nobly or die nobly." - Sophocles
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2023.06.05 01:09 Diogen66 Past
I am a lonely person and there is simply no person in my life to whom I can speak out.So I'll talk it out here.
I met a guy at the university, he was from my city and we studied at the same university.For a long time we were friends, I kept my distance from the two of us, but I knew that he liked me, since he himself told me about it directly.In general, skipping the friendship period, a year later we started a relationship.Everything was fine, he introduced me to his family, we walked on vacation, thought about joint plans and it seemed to me that everything was fine. At the beginning of the 2nd year, he often began to say that he wanted more, that he was tired of dragging it out and for a long time I would refuse him sex? At one party we had fun with our mutual friends, with my boyfriend we drank the same.I remember he said he would leave soon because he had a workout early in the morning, but I asked him to sit with me again, because I realized that I was very drunk and I didn't want to be alone in this state. Then a gap in memory. The next thing I remember is a room in his apartment, I was lying in a jacket, but without pants on the couch while he was hammering into me. I sobered up at the same second, instead of pushing away, I lay down and tried not to look at him. The pain was unbearable, I was "dry" and he did not think to use lubricant or at least saliva, but just entered with one push. I don't know how long it lasted.When he went to the bathroom, I quickly got up to put on my pants and got up from the sofa, I bled when he came out, I wanted to say that I was bleeding, but he interrupted me saying that he had a workout in the morning and I needed to leave.It was 4 a.m. on the street, a strange neighborhood, I had no cash, my phone was dead and I walked 40 minutes to my house. In the morning I tried not to think about it at all, he also did not get in touch, in the evening I decided to call him and just communicate as before, like nothing happened. Talking on the phone, I felt that the conversation was not going, asking what was wrong, he said that he did not love me and the feeling was completely gone, we need to break up and if I don't mind, we can stay friends.I remember feeling like I was suffocating, now I realize that I had a panic attack. I begged him not to talk on the phone, but to meet somewhere,an hour later he agreed to meet,I ran to his house and like a dog begged him to think that he had done this to me and how I should continue to live now, I understand that it sounds crazy, but at that time I was 18 years old and I reacted to everything too emotionally.After that, I decided that deleting this situation from my memory and just never remembering it would be the best solution. And I really didn't think. I even tried to enter into other relationships, but they constantly cheated on me there. Gradually I got worse.I started smoking, had problems with alcohol, started drinking painkillers, constantly cut myself and stopped communicating with 90% of my friends, I had only two friends who supported me, because they saw that I was going to the bottom.Over time, I gained an extra 30 kg and became just a pig, which is why I went out a couple of times a month, except for going to school. Then I was quarantined for almost 2 years and my problems worsened, I stopped going out, from two cans of beer a day I switched to a bottle of wine a day, and then to a bottle of vodka or cognac a day, smoked a lot and drank pills.I do not know how, but I did not die of liver failure.During quarantine, I met a guy and decided that he was the one, he knew about my problems and supported me at the beginning, but I fucked his brains out, he needs to be given a reward for the most steely nerves, since he endured my brain-fucking for 2 years, as a result we stopped communicating. But thanks to this relationship, for the first time I wondered why I think I'm a fucking finished bottom and no one will be able to love me? 3 years after the incident, I began to remember at what point everything went downhill.My condition was even worse and I decided to end everything.I want to say that such thoughts often visited me, but that day it was like the last straw.I drank a couple of ketorol tablets washed down with vodka, took blades, cigarettes, vodka and sat on the floor, locking the door in advance so that my parents could open the door in the morning, since they were not at home all weekend and no one would bother me. From 12 o'clock at night until five in the morning I drank vodka and crumpled my hands, blood was everywhere, all my clothes were soaked with blood, the walls were splashed, but I could not put pressure on the Vein and cut them, I cried because I'm weak and I can't finish everything.As a result, you realized that I didn't finish everything.I wore a hoodie for two weeks and no one knew what I was trying to do until we went shopping with my mom and she saw that all my hands were cut, as a result I had deep scars and I had to get tattoos, since the cuts were very clear and no one would I didn't believe that the cat scratched me. This is the least that has happened to me. At the moment, 7 years have passed since that day, I stopped drinking,I haven't cut myself for more than a year, I try to do sports. But my social phobia has worsened, I don't go out unnecessarily,I order food,I work at home,I only go out to study, to which I take a taxi and sit in a toilet stall during breaks so as not to cross paths with people.In general, everything is bad. I have zero friends.I find joy in food, which is why I began to overeat and then vomit in the toilet so as not to gain extra pounds, in general, rpp was added to the problems. And that guy is also studying, working, soon to marry my childhood friend, having made her an offer in the place where he promised to make me. When I see him at the university, I start to choke and I get scared, and I immediately run away. My classmates say that it looks weird from the outside and advise me not to embarrass myself, I don't understand how, but they associate my behavior with the fact that I envy his fiancee that he marries her and not me.But no one has ever asked why I behave like this. Maybe there are people who have also gone through a similar situation I constantly feel angry that I was broken and in the end only I suffer when the monster lives his best life and everything is fine with him while I try to restore my life a little How did you let go of the past? What helped you on the way to recovery?
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2023.06.05 01:08 autobuzzfeedbot 25 "Cheating Death" Stories That Were So Intense, People Really, Really, Reaaaallly Wanted To Share Them
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- "I messed up a jump skydiving. I was able to correct the situation and pull the pilot chute for my canopy, but I was very, very close to having my reserve go off. The reserves are generally reliable, but it’s still nothing I want to test. Landed fine and then got a very stern talking-to for pulling so low."
- "Just google 'Levey PCH,' then ask away…I’ll be very surprised if anyone can beat what happened to me. THANK WHOEVEWHATEVER you believe in for Apple, Scorpion, UCLA, and the LA County Fire Department and Sheriff's Department."
- "Minutes before it happened, I was under the Cypress structure that collapsed during the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake in California (which was a magnitude 6.9). I was traveling north underneath the double-layered structure and felt creepy and claustrophobic on the brightest day. I raced to get out, as I always did, because I hated being under it. After getting out, I felt like my tire had gone flat and started to weave around in my lane, then I noticed that everyone else was losing control and hitting their brakes too. That was the earthquake. I didn't find out until later about the collapse, and felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I'd never felt so close to death before."
- "I was rappelling off the top of the tallest building in Bangkok (200 meters, or 656 feet) as a promotional stunt. I was supposed to rappel down to the 10th floor, land on a small balcony, and then traverse over to another building. The wind shear off the building was enough to blow me 20–30 feet away from the side of the building. Picture a spider hanging by a thread in the wind. As I got close to the 10th floor, I noticed that my rope had been cut and no longer reached the balcony, let alone the ground. The rope was about 10 feet short of the landing. So, still blowing away from the side of the building, off and on I waited until I was just above the balcony and dropped the last several feet onto the deck. Super pissed but alive."
- "Going to school in San Francisco, I got off the bus to get cigarettes and a soda at a liquor store. I stopped at the trash can on the way out to open my cigarettes and soda and walked half a block up the street when a crane fell off the roof right where I'd been standing 30 seconds before. The crane operator was killed, and half a minute earlier, I would have been as well."
- "Although being an ironworker comes with its fair share of risk, as long as you don’t become too incompetent, things can be safe. But that is easier said than done, seeing as the days are long and the work is physically draining. One day, I was about 60 feet in the air rigging a beam to be lowered to the ground. I signaled the crane operator to 'cable up' (lift the beam), but the beam wasn’t budging. I decided to look down the beam to see what was wrong...BANG! Before I knew it, the beam broke free and came up at my face with about 2,000 pounds of force. It knocked off my hard hat and hit every edge of my safety glasses, missing the side of my face by a quarter inch. I thought I had died, it was so sudden. I should never have put myself in what we call 'the line of fire.' I’ll never forget how close my kids were to losing their father that day because I let my judgment slip. Still gives me goosebumps talking about it."
- "I got hit by a car and walked away with no injuries. The Sunday before final exams during my last semester of college, I went to the library at 6 a.m. to study. At 2 p.m., I needed a break and started walking back to my car. At an intersection, I stopped, made eye contact with the driver of a car at a stop sign, and started walking across the street on a crosswalk. The next thing I knew, I was up on the windshield of a Jeep Grand Cherokee. He hit the brakes, and I rolled off the hood of his car and landed on my feet. I was so freaked out that I told the guy I was fine and left. Later that afternoon, I went to the hospital to get checked out and had no injuries. The doctor told me to buy a lottery ticket on my way home because I was so lucky."
- "While I was doing the dishes, my hip bumped the dial on my stove, turning it to ignite, but I didn't notice, so the stove was leaking gas all night. In the morning, I could tell something smelled off, but I have a hard time smelling things, so I just figured it was some old cauliflower rice I had thrown out the night before. To deal with the smell, I lit not one, but two candles, one of which was right next to the stove. Later, after coming back from running errands, as soon as I opened the door, I felt instantly violently ill, like a migraine and the flu all at once. Probably 20 minutes later, I finally saw the knob on the stove and realized what was happening."
- "One time, I was watching TV in my lounge room and I was sitting on the floor eating. We have a really big TV and we had an earthquake, but I thought it was a train passing by. It wasn't. I ran out of the room as everything started to wobble, and the TV nearly fell on top of me."
- "I went to summer camp when I was 15, and for our last weekend activity, they took us to Martha’s Vineyard and rented us bikes. Now, I loved riding bikes in the park as a kid but had never ridden in the street. But since 'you never forget how to ride a bike,' I figured I could do it. I headed out and tried to go up a street that was very steep. I started to lose control of the bike, and I fell into the street in between a truck that was hauling a trailer (I fell in front of the trailer). I saw this huge wheel coming at me, and my leg was stuck from the fall. I screamed as hard as I could and hoped it wouldn’t kill me (others told me they heard it a few streets away). The driver luckily heard it and slammed on the brakes; I was scuffed up but otherwise fine. You can indeed forget how to ride a bike."
- "I got hit by a train. I was living and working at a college that has train tracks running through it and only a stop sign before you cross them at the vehicle intersection. You had to cross the tracks to leave campus. I was headed to the gym in July, and the windows were rolled up and the AC and radio were blasting. I’d crossed that crossing a thousand times, so I stopped a bit, passed the stop sign, and looked right, but the train was coming from the left. Its horn blew, but I panicked when I heard it, so I hit the accelerator but braked immediately. I was already on the tracks. It only hit my front end and dragged me about 200 feet down the tracks. I only had a broken rib, three cracked ribs, and a pretty gnarly cut on my finger. The people at the next crossing probably thought they saw someone die."
- "My last day of driver’s education class, we were just about back to school. We were all feeling pretty good because we’d passed our tests that day. I was in the rear driver’s seat and had a classmate driving, one next to me, and a teacher in the passenger seat. We went through a green light at LITERALLY the last intersection before school when a car blew through the red light going 55 mph and slammed into us on my side, just a few inches back from where I was sitting. It spun our car into the intersection and kept going! We were all concussed and had to be taken to the hospital, but that was it. When we went to retrieve my bags from the trunk of the wreckage at the salvage yard, the shop owner admitted he hadn’t answered my ringing phone because he didn't think we had survived, and didn’t want to break the news to everyone calling me. Two inches between me and being crushed alive. In driver’s ed!"
- "I was walking to class one day, and the shortest route went under a viaduct. It had been snowing and melting on and off for the past few days. The viaduct is about 100 feet high, and just as I was about to walk from under it and onto the pavement, a 6-foot icicle fell those 100 feet and smashed into the ground in front of me. Suffice to say, I took that as a sign not to go to my lecture and turned back home!"
- "I was asleep in the passenger seat of a car on a highway when we flipped going about 80 mph. We rolled a few times and landed in a ditch. Airbags did not go off, and I shattered the passenger-side window with my skull. I literally walked away from it and didn't go to an ER until a few hours later. I literally had a concussion and one teeny bruise on my right arm, but nothing else. The nurses told me that if I had been awake for the accident, my neck would have snapped and I'd have died immediately. Whenever I tell people, they're always stunned — imagine my reaction waking up to a missing side window and a crushed car and being fully functional! I feel lucky every day that I was asleep and still have my life."
- "There was one time my sister and I were driving down a long road with a huge cemetery. I thought it would be funny to hold my breath because people say if you don’t, the spirits of dead people will haunt you or something. When I held my breath, my sister slowed down to torture me. I was a little annoyed, but at the stop sign at the intersection, this car going really fast didn’t even bother to slow down. They even swerved into our lane, so my sister had to barely dodge. I swear, though, if my sister hadn't slowed down to torture me, we would have been in a bad wreck. Now I’m not annoyed that she did that, I’m lucky."
- "This isn't dramatic, but it's continued to impact my life on a daily basis. When I was 11, I was playing baseball with the rest of my gym class. We took a time-out to argue about who was batting next, and I stood behind home plate, staring into left field. Play resumed, and no one told me to move. The strongest guy in the class laid down a single...and hit me in his backswing...with the baseball bat...in the middle of my forehead. I suffered skull fractures and a brain bleed. To this day, I have anxiety driven by the traumatic brain injury. The neurologist said that the fact that he hit the ball saved my life. Had he swung and missed, I would have died."
- "I was in college and I had just finished my last class of the day. It was a short walk to my car that consisted of crossing a pedestrian crosswalk on the street separating the school from parking. On each side of the crosswalk were speed bumps so cars were forced to slow down. At this time of day, a good number of students were getting out of class, and a large herd of us started crossing the street at the crosswalk. There must have been 30 of us. I was stupidly looking down at my phone and was walking rather slowly. I didn’t realize that I was lagging behind. Everyone else was on the other side and I was still in the middle of the street. At the same moment, I noticed a freaking DUMP TRUCK whizzing by in front of me. It was probably 1–2 feet in front of me. Either he didn’t see me still crossing or he didn’t care. After I got to my car, all I could do was sit there in silence for a while and contemplate what could have just happened. Even as I write this, I shudder."
- "This is definitely not the craziest cheating-death story, but it was definitely scary. I was at a waterpark with my family, and I don’t do well with heat and stairs — something about the combination makes me faint. We went on a waterslide that uses tubes, and it was a long trek up. I apparently was so sick from heat exhaustion, I passed out as I was next in line and hit my head on the tube. If it weren’t for the tube, they aren't sure I’d be alive right now."
- "It was during Christmastime, and my mom, my little brother, and I all wanted to go look at Christmas lights near the middle school. There was a hill and then a lane where you would wait for the light to turn green and then you had to turn left. Well, the main light had turned red, so it was our turn to go, and thank god my mom checked before going, because if she hadn’t checked, a truck would have hit us, going like 60 mph, straight through the side of our car where my little brother was sitting."
- "I was 4 or 5, and we were living in Estes Park, Colorado. At that time, I was challenging myself to go closer and closer to a river they have there. I was caught by the current and would’ve run into several rocks and a waterwheel if it weren’t for my cousin, who reached down, grabbed my arm, and saved me."
- "I survived hitting an elk in the Canadian Rockies and going down a mountain 15 times end over end, stopping 20 feet short of a whitewater river. I gave myself first aid. Doctors said I would never walk normally again and I'd have brain damage. I sent one of them a picture of me with three gold medals around my neck."
- "In the fall of '15, I was riding my motorcycle to work on a foggy morning. A truck with an enclosed trailer ran a stop sign in front of me while I was driving on a 55 mph road. I was unable to stop, ran into the trailer, and was pinned underneath the trailer, being crushed to death. A farmer was on his dirt bike behind the truck going to meet another farmer for coffee who lived on the corner of the intersection. Once he realized I was pinned, he ran to get his friend and his friend's skid-steer loader. They then used the skid loader to lift the trailer off of me and began CPR. Luckily, right as they started, a sheriff's deputy arrived on scene and took over. I owe my life to those two farmers. If they hadn't acted, I would have died underneath the trailer, as there would have been no way for first responders to lift it off of me (it had thousands of pounds of equipment in it) in time."
- "I've always been handy with tools and taught myself how to do things; I've been changing flat tires for anyone who'll let me. However, one day when I was about 18 years old, my buddy came over to chill, and he had his dad's brand-new Tacoma. So we chilled for a couple of hours, and when it was time for him to leave, we noticed that his front tire was flat, so naturally, I volunteered to change it (no prior experience with independent suspensions). I placed the jack on the frame and started to go at it — lifted the car enough to take the flat out. But when the fully inflated wheel was fitted, it didn't have clearance. My first thought was to get a second jack. Half my body was underneath the car, putting the jack in, when I heard a creek, and the next thing I knew, the car slipped. The car ended up with the front end touching the ground, and I got a big scrape mark on my shoulder. To this day, I don't know how or why I did not die under that Tacoma."
- "I lived alone with my dog. There was a hole in my gas heater, so it was leaking carbon monoxide, but of course I didn't know that at the time. My dog woke me up one morning, barking and whining, and I thought she had to go out to potty. When I sat up in bed, I got so dizzy and thought I would throw up. I ended up passing out twice, once hitting my head on the bathroom cabinet, very close to my temple, and once hitting my chin on the toilet seat. I called my boss — the only phone number I remembered at the time. (This was before cellphones.) She called 911 and they came to get me. They figured out I had carbon monoxide poisoning, and I was in the ER for eight hours that day. The doctor told that when blood gases are at a certain amount, the victim goes into a coma, without fail. Mine were more than double whatever that number was. He said no matter how much my dog was barking, I should not have woken up."
- Finally, "I was at the beach with several of my friends, my sister, and my mom. Mom was sitting on the beach watching us. We were around 11–14, I believe, but no younger than 9. Kind of out of nowhere, we started getting sucked under the water in a rip current. I was being sucked under the pier and slammed my face into the barnacles. We were screaming for help, but at first, no one came. As I was being dragged under the water and coming up screaming for help, I could see people just staring and could hear my friends also screaming for help. Finally, people started jumping into the water to save us, including my mom. She jumped in and instantly got sucked into the current but managed to grab one of my friends. She used her body to shield him from the razor-sharp barnacles."
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2023.06.05 01:08 dancehelena THANK YOU, CALGARY HUMAN
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To the person in the black Audi who slammed their brakes and kicked in the ABS to avoid hitting my freshly-escaped 3 year old who was trying to blow ACTION BUBBLES in front of the Westgate Community Centre about an hour ago, after she ran out from between two parked cars: THANK YOU. If I can buy you a beer, or several, or a meal, please let me know. I’m so incredibly grateful that you were paying attention, and that you’re a good driver. Thanks for being such a great human. submitted by dancehelena to Calgary [link] [comments]
2023.06.05 01:06 Affectionate-Draft49 Looking for people to help grow our community! Looking for leads, business owners and just regular people! Come check us out!
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Welcome to Odyssey RP 2.0, We are a whitelisted ESX serious RP server, realistic with a realistic economy. PC only. We are accepting applicants fast to join our community and also are allowing players the chance to fly in for the first 24 hours before filling out an app to get a feel of the city first! We are accepting positions for jobs, businesses and gangs. Depending what you choose there are assets available to utilize. We have very interactive realistic jobs, items, crime and activities. Controller Friendly (self setup). We also even have a synced real time tsunami flood that hits the city every tsunami restart at the last 5 minutes!! Here are businesses, departments and gang interiors/scripts available to utilize:
- Park Ranger
- Paleto PD
- Paleto Diner
- Bean Machine
- Bahama Mamas (job/dj booth w lights/effects scripts included)
- Horny’s Burgers
- Koi restaurant
- Recording studio
- Tequi-la-la (job/dj booth w lights/effects scripts included)
- Pillbox medical (job script included)
- Aztecas clubhouse
- Ballad clubhouse
- Families clubhouse
- Lostmc clubhouse
- Marabunta clubhouse
- Triads clubhouse
- Vagos clubhouse
We are not a “shooting happens with every interaction” type of server. We are a nice small community just looking to grow with chill and relaxed people who just want to RP and have a good time without toxicity and trolling. We have been around for quite some time with ups and downs wishing people would give the server the shot it deserves with what it has to offer especially since we are always improving when it comes to server features and updates. We appreciate those who are serious and are supportive to want to stick around.
2023.06.05 01:06 Flaky-Outcome-4161 My Gastritis combined with IBS and thyroid issues
Hi before I was diagnosed with an underactive thyroid, I had developed gastritis that was diagnosed by the hospital, my blood tests came back and was given thyroxine, that has made my stomach pain excruciatingly painful I was streaming in agony i could not talk well and my IBS flared up at the same time, I could not breathe, this lasted from 3 am till 7:30 am and the pain did not let up, my stoles have been a green colour, I went to the doctors the day after and the was told the thyroxine causes acid reflux that increases my pain levels, that i have to ride it out and the green stoles are normal, that if I do not take these pills then it will be life theatherning for me if I don't take them and could die etc due to heart failure I have told my GP all this.
I have since cut out 80% off all foods and will not eat ultra processed foods, I have cut out all red meats, including pork (bacon sausages and any fried foods) along with many other foods, including any acidic fruits, and sugar free chocolates etc, I do not smoke or never drink alchihol as I avoid it in over 4 years, and even more so since passing my driving exam, I even stopped anything to do with keto or low carb foods, so far the pain is still there but not as server as it was but its uncomfortable, and even though I have been given stomach tablets and take antacids every 4 hours but not at the same time as the thyroxine.
I cant walk far like going to the park with the children caused me to cramp in my stomach, the thyroxin tablets that stomach cramps can last up to two weeks so I am hoping it will settle down afterwards as my body is still to adjust with the meds, its hard to sleep at night because of this.
I am under review by the GP.
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2023.06.05 01:06 Spend-Extension Kodo Assets
Every investor’s dream is to buy a property to receive passive income, but you need a lot of capital… or not? Can you imagine being able to invest free money, from $140 in a property and receive income from its rental and sale? With Kodo Assets it is possible, watch out! They have found the solution to eliminate this great barrier to entry, and that members can invest in the real estate sector without having to have a high capital. As? Applying Blockchain technology. I explain: Through Blockchain technology for smart contracts, it is possible to create new cryptocurrencies that can be given parity with any existing physical asset, such as real estate and gold, for example in the case of Pax Gold. And this is what Kodo Assests is about, tokenizing properties and giving their holders all the rights that derive from that property. Through the acquisition of the KODO1 token, each investor will receive in the form of dividends, their corresponding part of the income received from the rental of the property, and later by the capital gain at the time the sale is made. At first, the payment of said earnings was chosen in the USDC stablecoin and the chosen network where the tokens will be issued will be POLYGON. This generates a series of advantages, for example, once the initial verification requirements of the token holder are met, it is possible that these tokens are offered and retained by an indiscriminate number of people. This would allow, instead of offering autonomous units, the property is divided into as many tokens as square meters. Another great advantage is that since the token is part of a smart contract, the dividends and any other earnings will be distributed directly to the wallets of the KODO1 holders, which allows a higher profit margin since all types of fees and values would be avoided. payments for registrations and any other commission existing between the purchase and sale of real estate. Due to the possibility of great growth in the real estate area, his first project was decided to tokenize a property located in Sao Paulo. It is a commercial property located in the financial center of the city of São Paulo, in the Faria Lima region, at Calle dos Pinheiros, 1673, cj. 62, São Paulo, SP, Brazil, SQL 015.073.1023–4. The total area of the property is 1,144,525m2, with a BOMA area of 552.58m2, a private area of 473m2 and a common area of 671,525m2, according to registration number 141,264, registered in the 10th Royal Real Estate Registry of São Paulo. Some details of the KODO1 Token: **A total of 25,000 tokens will be issued in which they have NO plans to issue more or any policy for burning it. **Each token will be offered for $140.00, in addition to the cost of KYC/AML verification, which will be $13 per individual user and $25 per corporate user. The minimum purchase amount is 1 token and there is no maximum purchase limit. **The total value of this offer is US$3,500,000.00. **This token offer will take place between April 10, 2023(*) and September 9, 2023(*) or until the 25,000 KODO1 Tokens are completed sold out, whichever occurs first, and may be changed according to criteria of opportunity and convenience, to be defined by Kodo Assets Dates subject to change. For more details of the project: https://www.kodoassets.com
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2023.06.05 01:04 North-Message4754 Our sleepy town has a secret that can't be revealed. [PART 1]
Please note that names have been changed for the sake of anonymity, as have also some events for the sake of simplicity and to help you understand the personalities.
Our city, once a humble town nestled in the embrace of the Andes Mountains, has undergone a remarkable transformation over the years. Evolving into a bustling capital and a prominent city within our country, it now stands as a symbol of progress and growth. Yet, beneath its surface of modernity and development, lies a hidden truth, a dark side that lurks in the shadows, concealed from the eyes of the uninitiated. It is a truth woven into the fabric of our city's history, whispered in tales of terror, and attributed to the elusive and enigmatic presence known as the "Twilight Menace." While outsiders may dismiss it as mere legend or the machinations of a criminal underworld, we, the locals, know better. We live in perpetual fear of this unseen terror that haunts our city.
And now, I find myself compelled to share this story with you, even as the memetic hazard surrounding the Twilight Menace threatens to erode my sense of reason. It is as if I am speaking to an inanimate object rather than a person, yet something within me tells me that you, a foreigner, possess the curiosity and open-mindedness necessary to understand and appreciate the fascinating and eerie history of our city.
Let me provide you with some much-needed context. The Twilight Menace is a term we have assigned to a group of nocturnal predators that have plagued our city for generations. They consist of ten distinct subspecies, each possessing its own unique characteristics and hunting techniques. Allow me to shed light on a few of them.
First among them are the Shadow Stalkers. These humanoid creatures boast pale or dark skin, sharp features, and unnaturally elongated limbs. Strikingly, they lack eyes, relying instead on their heightened sense of smell and acute hearing to track their unsuspecting prey. Like all members of the Twilight Menace, they are vaporized upon exposure to sunlight. Shadow Stalkers move with eerie silence within the shadows, patiently observing their targets for hours, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. It is worth noting that the largest known hunting party of Shadow Stalkers comprised a mere four members, prompting them to refrain from attacking when faced with a numerical advantage or disadvantage. The only known defense against them is to gather in groups of five or more, for it seems that their hunting instincts are deterred by such a formidable force.
Next, we encounter the Night Terrors, smaller and more agile than their Shadow Stalker counterparts. These creatures are adorned with fur as dark as the night itself, possessing razor-sharp jaws, claws, and piercing, luminescent eyes that aid their vision in the darkest of environs. What sets them apart is their uncanny ability to create illusions, disorienting their prey and rendering them vulnerable to capture. Similar to their brethren, they dissipate into nothingness upon exposure to sunlight. Unlike the Shadow Stalkers, however, the Night Terrors exhibit no hesitation in attacking their victims even when faced with a numerical disadvantage.
Another subspecies of the Twilight Menace is the Dread Fiends, hulking creatures draped in dark fur and bearing piercing yellow eyes that emit an otherworldly glow. They possess unmatched speed and move through the darkness with uncanny silence, often launching surprise attacks from behind. Their powerful jaws and claws allow them to mercilessly rend their victims apart, reveling in sadistic pleasure as they toy with their prey before finally delivering the fatal blow.
We must also contend with the Blood Mist Creatures, amorphous blobs of mist capable of shape-shifting at will. These entities often assume the form of a menacing, misty cloud, complete with glowing red eyes that flicker ominously. Their method of attack involves engulfing their prey in their ethereal mist, suffocating them while simultaneously absorbing their life-giving blood.
The ranks of the Twilight Menace also include the Silent Horrors, tall and gaunt figures reminiscent of the Shadow Stalkers. They possess long, spindly limbs and an eerie absence of facial features. Swift and soundless in their movements, they strike from the shadows, relying on their ability to induce paralyzing fear within their victims before delivering the final, fatal blow.
Another formidable adversary is the Dark Whispers, small and ghostly creatures resembling a swirling black mist adorned with gleaming green eyes. These elusive entities can effortlessly traverse through walls and floors, making them virtually impossible to evade. With their insidious whispers, they sow seeds of madness in the minds of their victims, driving them to the brink of insanity before ultimately sealing their fate.
The Graveyard Ghosts, skeletal apparitions with glowing red eyes, haunt the resting places of the deceased, emerging from the ground to assail unsuspecting victims. Their unique ability to phase through solid objects grants them an advantage in their pursuit of prey.
Among the Twilight Menace, we also encounter the Moon Howlers, creatures reminiscent of wolves with their black fur and hauntingly radiant blue eyes. These formidable hunters operate in packs, utilizing their sharp teeth and claws to bring down their chosen targets. Their haunting howls under the moonlight have a paralyzing effect, rendering their victims immobile with fear and vulnerability. The Moon Howlers are known to encircle their prey, amplifying the terror and panic experienced before delivering the final, fatal strike.
No discussion of the Twilight Menace would be complete without mentioning the Soul Snatchers, small and elusive creatures cloaked in shadows, their purple eyes glowing with an unholy light. Possessing an ethereal nature, they can effortlessly phase through walls and floors, rendering physical barriers futile. The Soul Snatchers are infamous for their ability to steal the very souls of their victims, leaving behind only empty shells of once vibrant beings.
Lastly, we have the Phantom Hunters, tall and ethereal figures that appear ghostlike, their piercing white eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Often found in areas burdened by great tragedy or loss, these relentless hunters show no mercy to their prey. With the ability to pass through solid objects, they haunt their victims relentlessly, seizing control of their very essence before ultimately snuffing out their lives.
The abilities possessed by these entities may indeed instill terror and a sense of hopelessness. It may appear as though there is no conceivable way to counter their menace. However, there exists a method to confront and challenge them, albeit one that is only accessible to a chosen few. Fortunately, I am among the privileged individuals bestowed with this ability. My means of defense manifests in the form of a sword, an instrument of freezing cold capable of temporarily banishing these entities back to their home realm, known as the twilight lands.
You may wonder about the fate of those who lack the means to defend themselves. Do they inevitably succumb to the Twilight Menace? This is where the second part of the legend takes hold. We possess a protector, a human chosen from the multitude, tasked with wielding the fabled sword of Nott. Despite its connotation in certain languages, the sword stands as a potent tool bestowed upon the most loyal subject of the sun god, harnessing the very power of the sun itself. Any adversary unfortunate enough to cross paths with this radiant weapon is instantly consumed by its searing light, vanishing into oblivion. This chosen protector assumes the mantle of "Phantome."
The enigmatic Phantome remains veiled in mystery, an elusive figure who seemingly possesses the ability to be present in multiple locations simultaneously. They are the sole individuals granted permission to traverse the realm of the Twilight Menace, engaging in communication with these ethereal beings. Although no one has ever laid eyes upon Phantome, the blinding brilliance of the sword's collision with the enemy stands as a testament to their unwavering presence and devotion.
Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Sean van Delphi, and I'm no ordinary teenager. At just 15 years old, I have already faced more dangers and challenges than most adults. As a monster hunter, it's my job to protect the city from supernatural threats that lurk in the shadows. But that's not all there is to my life. When I'm not fighting monsters, I'm just a regular high school student. I attend New Lands, a private school located near my home. To get there, I ride my trusty electric bicycle - I mean, why waste energy on pedaling when I can conserve it for hunting down creatures of the night?
My house may be small, but it's my home. It was built when this area was still rural, but over time it has become a suburban haven, located just outside the bustling capital city. And believe me, when I say that what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, I really mean it. But I need you to trust me, because what I'm about to share is the truth - and the truth can be stranger than fiction.
I live with the monsters I hunt.
My last name is not commonly found in this part of the world, with its European roots (until I experienced the supernatural firsthand, I was skeptical of the legends). My parents, a Dutch father and a Polish mother, chose this small Andean city as the place to start their new life together, and I was born shortly after their arrival. While I wish I could say more about them, my memories of my parents are few, but I do know that they loved me dearly and sacrificed everything for me. Their loss is one of the main reasons why I hunt monsters.
After my parents' death, I was left alone in the world. I spent at least a year wandering the city like a vagabond before stumbling upon my new family: a group of Phantom Hunters. They were searching for survivors of an explosion that had occurred in a nearby restaurant and, in my desperation, I was prepared to become possessed by a supernatural entity. Instead, they took me in and brought me to their home. I still don't understand why they were willing to take such a risk on a stranger, but I am eternally grateful for their kindness and generosity.
With the context out of the way, I’ll tell you my story and how it changed this city forever. It was a normal day, as normal as it can get in this city. I was at school, bored out of my mind, the teacher was giving a lecture about Figurative Language. I guess it was important to learn English but the way the teacher spoke about it just made me want to sleep. I yawned, then nudged my friend Mike to keep him awake. If I was going to be tormented by idioms, he was going to be tormented by metaphors and similes too. I glanced at the clock, it read 1:15 p.m.. Only 5 more minutes until recess, I thought, you just need to stay awake for 5 more minutes Sean. I then glanced at the schedule, I groaned, it was a monday, which meant we had English, recess and then English again. I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn’t be able to last those last 40 minutes. Time ticked by extremely slowly, I swear I nodded off at least 15 times before the bell rang, indicating that recess had started.
As I did every day, I headed to the nearest court, where all my friends were, to play volleyball. Today, however, the teacher denied us a ball, so we were left on our own trying to find what to do. I remember myself thinking Oh god, first English class and then this while I made my way to the parking lot, where there are 2 basketball courts. On the way, I passed through some young ones playing soccer. I figured I had nothing else to do so I took a seat at the edge of the field and watched the game unfold. I knew some of the people that were playing because my adoptive… foster brother was their age and up until some years ago he had been in the same school as me, that was until he decided to change to his old school. Oh, sorry I forgot, over the years, my family has adopted 2 other people, my brother (not related by blood) who is 12 years old, and my little sister (also not related by blood) who just turned 5 last week.
As I was saying, I had just taken a seat to admire the game when I was approached by 3 girls, they seemed the same age as my brother so I dismissed it as probably some of his friends coming to ask me “Oh, are you Jean’s older brother?”. I won’t disclose a lot of details about this conversation because I don’t really remember it that much, but I remember the start of the conversation because it was hilarious.
“Hi! Do you know she likes you?” the girl to the left, she was of average height, had a slightly tanned skin tone and wore glasses, greeted me cheerfully at the end of her dialogue she pointed to the one in the middle, a little bit taller than the first had a pale skin tone and a dark brown hair, the latter put a hand on the girl’s mouth only to recoil with an “EWWW”; they started bickering and wouldn’t calm down for at least five minutes.
“I’m sorry for my friends’ behavior,” The third girl interrupted, by far the tallest of them, standing just five or six inches shorter than me, even though I’m a good 5’9”, she had the appearance of a foreigner, I didn’t know many locals who were blonde with blue eyes, she spoke with a slightly off tone and when I looked at her in the eyes, I felt like my fight or flight instinct was kicking in, panic bells rang off inside my head, but not because I was talking to someone I liked, I didn’t, this feeling… I had only felt this feeling when my life was in imminent danger, like if I was being followed by a shadow stalker. “Name’s Zeph” It took me a moment to react, “Sean”. “Good to meet you” she said, and then proceeded to introduce her still bickering friends. “She’s Holly” she said as she pointed to the one in the middle, “and she is Sam” she pointed to the one on the left. The conversation that ensued in something I can’t recall, the only thing I remember is feeling weary all the time. There was this aura of calmness emanating from Zeph, it was so calm that it bothered me, like how a silent horror would attack its prey.
After the conversation, I left the soccer field and headed to the basketball court where Mike and the others were. I quickly told them what had happened, and Mike was ecstatic. “You’ve got yourself a girlfriend, Sean!” he said, with a huge grin on his face. “Shut up, Mike, I don’t even know if she likes me like that,” I replied, rolling my eyes. We started playing basketball, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Zeph. There was something strange about her, something that made me feel uneasy.
The bell rang, indicating that recess was over, and we headed back to class. I couldn’t focus on the lecture, my mind kept wandering back to Zeph. I decided to look her up on social media, and to my surprise, I found her profile easily. I scrolled through her pictures, trying to learn more about her. There were pictures of her at the beach, pictures of her with her friends, and even pictures of her playing guitar. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The next day passed by slowly, and as soon as the bell rang, indicating that classes were over, I rushed home. I went straight to my room, turned on my computer, and started researching. I spent hours reading about different cultures, different religions, and different beliefs. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Zeph, but I knew that there was something.
Days passed, and I couldn’t get Zeph out of my head. I tried talking to her, but every time I did, I felt the same uneasiness that I felt the first time we talked. I decided to talk to my parents about her, but they didn’t seem to know anything about her. I tried talking to my friends, but they just laughed at me, thinking it was some sort of lame excuse to try to throw them off of bothering me with her. Then, one day out of the blue, the group of three decided that I was their perfect victim to their bickering.
As I waited for my parents to come and pick me up from school, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. My bicycle had been totaled in an earlier fight, and I didn't feel comfortable walking, especially in the areas where darkness lingered, tempting unsuspecting victims into traps. Ignoring the ominous atmosphere, I tried to focus on something else, anything else.
"Hey!" Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm, sending shivers down my spine. Sensitivity to touch was a part of my condition, and physical contact with others often made me feel claustrophobic. I turned to see who had grabbed me and found myself face to face with Holly. The proximity made me jump, and I knew I had to keep my guard up in case of a fight.
As I tried to compose myself, I felt something move behind me. I tried to turn around, but when I did, there was nothing there. Dread filled me, and I debated whether to draw my sword or not. In the end, I decided against it.
I turned my attention back to Holly, only to be met by Zeph, who appeared out of nowhere and scared me out of my wits. The uneasy feeling in my gut grew stronger, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into.
Out of the shadows emerged Sam, whom I hadn't noticed before. My gut feeling intensified as I looked around, trying to find a way to escape. I was trapped, backed against a tree and surrounded by a group of wild 12-year-olds.
"How are you doing?" Sam grinned, her glasses reflecting the sun, hiding her eyes. I searched for a way out and saw Holly standing arrogantly in front of me, while Zeph was on my right. As soon as I met Zeph's gaze, I expected to feel a sense of dread, but instead, I felt nothing.
“Hey, don’t be rude. Sam asked you a question,” Holly said, stepping closer to me. I could feel her breath on my face.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just waiting for my parents.”
“Oh, we know,” Zeph said, stepping closer to me as well. “We just wanted to chat. You know, get to know each other better.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like a trapped animal. “I really need to go. My parents are waiting.”
“Oh, come on,” Sam said, moving closer to me too. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
But I knew better. These kids were trouble, and I had a feeling that they were up to no good. I looked around, trying to find an escape route, but I was surrounded.
Just as I was about to panic, I heard the sound of a car pulling up. Relief washed over me as I saw my parents getting out of the car. The group of kids scattered, disappearing into the shadows like they had never been there
I quickly walked towards my parents, feeling safe now that they were there. As we drove away, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble those kids would get into next. And I made a mental note to avoid them at all costs in the future.
I got into the car, my dad was there, the vehicle was dark, so his shining white eyes were so easily found. “Who are those people that were talking with you” He said, his speech a mix of natural sounds and low screeches, it was the Twilight Lang, their form of speech I had learnt through the years.
“They are some weird friends” I answered him, shuddering, then added “Thanks for saving me there, you were just on time”
I don’t know if he knew something was off or he was just suspicious of something but he looked directly at me through the rearview mirror, his pale face a mix of worry and relief.
“I’m glad to be of help, as always” We didn’t speak more during the return trip, he left me to wonder what my fate would’ve been if he hadn’t shown up just then.
As we arrived home, I went straight to my room, feeling exhausted and relieved at the same time. I lay on my bed, thinking about the events that had just occurred. I knew I had to be more careful in the future and avoid getting into situations like that.
But the nagging feeling in my gut wouldn't go away. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the encounter than what I had seen. I wondered why those kids had targeted me, and what they had wanted from me.
I went to school the next day, still feeling a bit uneasy after the encounter with the group of kids. As I walked through the halls, I caught glimpses of the girls from the day before. It was strange, but I didn't feel the same sense of dread that I had before. In fact, Zeph seemed different somehow, as if her aura of calmness had suddenly disappeared, at least for me.
As the day went on, I tried to avoid them as much as possible. I didn't want to get involved with them again, especially after what had happened the day before. However, they seemed to be everywhere, like they were purposely trying to cross paths with me.
At lunchtime, I sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat my sandwich in peace. But soon enough, Holly and Sam appeared at my table, uninvited.
"Hey there," Holly said, smirking at me. "Mind if we join you?"
I didn't really have a choice, so I just shrugged and nodded. They sat down across from me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"So" Holly said, looking expectantly at me. She didn't say anything more so silence reigned over our table.
"So?" I asked, eager to break the muteness in the air
Holly leaned forward, a wicked glint in her eye. "We were just wondering if you've changed your mind yet. About joining our group, I mean."
I shook my head, they hadn’t asked me anything before, but I wasn’t going to join their group even if I wanted to die. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I don't think I want to be a part of your group."
Holly's smile faded, and her expression turned cold. "Well, that's too bad. We could've had some fun together."
I tried not to let her words affect me, but I couldn't help feeling a little scared. What did she mean by "fun"? And why did they seem so fixated on me?
The rest of lunch was uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to leave the cafeteria. As I walked down the hallway, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Zeph walking towards me.
"Hey," she said, her voice soft and hesitant. "Can we talk?"
I was surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, but I nodded anyway. We walked to an empty classroom and sat down at a desk.
"I just wanted to apologize," Zeph said, looking down at her hands. "For what happened yesterday. We didn't mean to scare you like that."
I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I appreciated the apology nonetheless. "Thanks," I said, still feeling wary.
Zeph looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "I know Holly and Sam can be a bit intense sometimes. But they're not all bad. We just...we have our own way of having fun, you know?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fun?"
Zeph hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's hard to explain. We just like to do things that are a little...different. Things that other people might not understand."
I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued. "Like what?"
Zeph smiled, seeming to relax a little. "Well, for example, we like to explore abandoned buildings. Or go on night hikes in the woods. Stuff like that."
I wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, it sounded kind of exciting. On the other hand, it also sounded kind of dangerous.
Zeph must have sensed my hesitation because she quickly added, "But of course, we only do those things when it's safe. We're not stupid or anything."
I nodded, still not completely convinced. "I don't know, it just seems kind of risky."
Zeph shrugged. "It's not for everyone, I guess. But if you ever change your mind, you're always welcome to come along."
With that, our conversation ended, and we left the classroom. As I walked away, I couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe there was more to these girls than I had originally thought.
Oh how correct I was.
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2023.06.05 01:04 longbeachlocale 5 items added to agenda June 2, 2023 • Original agenda post updated
CD4 - Funds Transfer for Blues Society Item #36 • File #23-0593 (Details, PDF)
- Councilman Daryl Supernaw, Fourth District
Recommendation to increase appropriations in the General Fund Group in the City Manager Department by $500, offset by the Fourth Council District One-time District Priority Funds transferred from the Citywide Activities Department to provide support to the Long Beach Blues Society; and Decrease appropriations in the General Fund Group in the Citywide Activities Department by $500 to offset a transfer to the City Manager Department.
CD5 - Harvey Milk Day & LGBTQ+ Pride Month Item #37 • File #23-0595 (Details, PDF)
- Councilwoman Megan Kerr, Fifth District
Recommendation to request City Attorney to draft resolution officially recognizing every May 22nd as Harvey Milk Day and the month of June as Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer (LGBTQ+) Pride Month in the City of Long Beach, and direct City Manager to annually raise the LGBTQ+ Progress Pride Flag (Progress Pride Flag) at Long Beach Civic Plaza and light City assets for certain occurrences, as specified, recognizing the LGBTQ+ community and their rights; Direct City Manager to update Attachment "A" of Administrative Regulation 8-18 (“Display of National, State, and Other Flags”) to replace the Pride Flag with the Progress Pride Flag; and Repeal Resolution No. RES-17-0055, which declared the third week of May in the City of Long Beach as Long Beach LGBTQ Pride Week.
CD1 - Funds Transfer for Juneteenth, Tequila Festival & Suffrage 100 Item #38 • File #23-0597 (Details, PDF)
- Councilwoman Mary Zendejas, First District
Recommendation to increase appropriations in the General Fund Group in the City Manager Department by $2,500, offset by the First Council District One-Time District Priority Funds, transferred from the Citywide Activities Department, to provide donation to the following: 1. Long Beach Partners of Parks, in support of the 2023 Long Beach Juneteenth Celebration, in the amount of $1,000; 2. Kahlo Creative LLC, in support of the 2023 Long Beach Taco and Tequila Fest, in the amount of $1,000; 3. Wild West Women, Inc., in support of Women’s Fair, in the amount of $500; and Decrease appropriations in the General Fund Group in the Citywide Activities Department by $2,500 to offset transfers to City Manager Department.
CM - Local Emergency Item #39 • File #23-0594 (Details, PDF)
Recommendation to continue the local emergency caused by conditions or threatened conditions of homelessness within the City of Long Beach, which if not corrected, constitute an imminent and proximate threat to the safety of persons and property within the City; and Receive and file an update on the emergency declaration and associated activities and provide any additional direction to City staff regarding the emergency. (Citywide)
PW - Presentation on Studebaker Road Project Item #40 • File #23-0592 (Details, PDF)
Recommendation to receive and file a presentation on the Studebaker Road major corridor improvements project. (Districts 3,4,5)
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2023.06.05 01:03 gorillazdub Is there a place to file a complaint about Hoosick St in Troy?
I'd like to sanction the city of Troy for allowing it to happen. It's the worst. It goes from 6 lanes to 2 in like a mile. And they are still developing it. Heaven forbid if you're moving and want to donate things at Goodwill on upper Hoosick, and the only time you can get there is Saturday around lunchtime. Be prepared to sit in traffic for a half hour.
So seriously, who do I take this complaint to?
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2023.06.05 01:02 Pinched0 2017 outlander 570 rear diff help
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My buddy did my rear axel seals today and topped the gear oil off, he and I have never worked on atvs he wasn't sure how much oil he got in whether it was enough or not, I took it for a small drive and parked it , hours later opened the fill hole and quite abit came out , I managed to get abit more out with a bent ziptie after reading its not suppose to be to the hole. Should I be good now or should I completely empty it and re fill submitted by Pinched0 to ATV [link] [comments]
2023.06.05 01:00 CARMBLOVER Where did Massachusetts cities and parks go? (An investigation)
Cities and parks have been disappearing in the Massachusetts area since the late 80s. Look at the old maps. Does anyone know who can investigate this?
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2023.06.05 01:00 awkwardaccount69 Feeld full of catfish? Doing it wrong?
Wife (F) and I (M) have been open to adding a close 3rd to our social life and sex life. Really looking for a close friend primarily, sexual attraction is desired but actual sex is very reliant on a connection. Pretty much looking for a replacement to a friend we had pre-covid that was just flirting and laughing and hanging out 24-7 with minimal physical contact. Well the friend moved away and my wife figures out she had a major crush on her the whole time and is now very sad going into covid. We have since worked through her feelings on that matter and are now looking for a 3rd to fill the close friendship void and then some, and that may as well be a 🦄 of 🦄
We’re both on our own accounts, partnered, in a large liberal city. Both Majestic, using pings primarily. Mid 20s with real and unique pictures, and we aren’t unattractive people. Group chats with candid unedited selfies. Really trying to prove we are real.
So far we’ve gotten some matches but most are fizzling out. We’ve made two pretty good connections but one is incredibly sketchy on the catfish radar. Rough call to be honest, I have loads of experience with navigating internet anonymity and actually getting catfished (and attempting to not get catfished) and this one has us both stumped. Could be a really shy person or a fake person. Recently we made another match and the person deactivated their account (or got banned) after a few hours of group chatting.
Are we doing this wrong? We’re both new to this type of thing and looking for something insanely specific, and we understand that finding the right person that will also be fulfilled and happy with the situation we want is going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. I know that the unique person we are looking for exists, it’s almost happened organically twice already. I’m not sure where to be looking or what we should be saying in our bio. I understand I’m the “hindrance” to this situation being a male, how can I hint that we actually want a connection and we aren’t looking to just sexualize the person? My wife and I are essentially a combo person at this point and we are with each other 24-7. Covid really hammered down this relationship dynamic that we already had and its not going anywhere
We are genuinely confused as to the situations we are finding ourselves in and are looking for insight and guidance. How are the people we are looking for and talking to feeling? How can we make them feel good and fulfilled? How should we approach these situations and digest our feelings on them?We have read a lot of posts on this sub and am hoping for you kind souls to help us out.
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2023.06.05 00:59 MassiveReign Episode 6
Back in the woods just west of Cincinnati in a dilapidated barn, Ridgemont and his supervisor, Harlan Brooks, were surveying the area to put signs to indicate the rural and largely undisturbed nowhere they stood was to become the path of a major railway.
In the frenzied gnats and baking sun beside an old rusting Ford F-250 just under the cover of the barn. On the back window, a sticker still visible that read “I will NOT worship your DEIty,” they had stopped for a break before they headed back to their state vehicle parked off the main road.
Brooks was a hard-working man who had been in the same department – installing wayfinding signs for the state – going on almost 23 years. He was a simple man, easy going…always on time and rarely took any sort of extended vacations.
“You do gotta be careful,” he explained to Ridgemont. “This can be a dangerous job. We’re lifting up a ten foot square of sheet metal – something happens…it ain’t secure or something…you’re lookin at a giant guillotine.”
“Has anything ever happened?” Ridgemont asked him.
“I seen it one time,” Brooks began. “About 15 years ago, we were up over just north of Cincinnati, below Clifton puttin up a new exit ramp sign. I hadn’t quite made supervisor yet, I was still on crew. This particular day we had a community service group putting in their hours they had assigned to us. And in our group, we had a new guy, about 22 years old, named Alberto. Two of the community service walk-ons were up in the bucket getting it secured to the frame and Alberto went underneath to get a look at how it was lining up. Well one of them in the bucket thought the other one had it bolted on already and they let it go and it fell straight down through Alberto’s neck and out his torso…it cut him in half, pool fella. I almost quit. One of the worst sights I ever seen.”
“Wow,” said Ridgemont, obviously unphased.
“So 2 warnings,” said Brooks, “don’t stand under no signs and we always do a triple check to make sure it’s bolted on tight before anyone lets it go.”
Ridgemont looked out into the woods, “So where’s this rail going?” he asked.
“As far as we’re concerned, to the river,” he said. “But I think it’s supposed to go down to Wichita.”
“How many signs do we need to do for this one?” Ridgemont asked.
“Says 6 from downtown Cincinnati to the river at Delhi Hills – then the Kentucky crew will take it from there. Typically we’ll get our order form for the week, usually about 50 -60 new signs, change-outs, inspections…and when we’re done with those – we’re done for the week. So we can usually finish up by Thursday – a 4 day work week. Not bad, you know.”
“Yeah,” Ridgemont said…”not bad.”
Vance Owens stood inside the Kentucky state capitol building, speaking into what was known as the media box – dubbed ‘the meadow’. It was a virtual reality room in which anyone or podcaster or syndicate could pull the feed and comment, ask questions. The senator was providing commentary on the developing space program and the new discovery of an Earth-like planet found orbiting the star, Alkaid in the Ursa Major constellation.
“Kentucky – particularly Mayfield – is committed to being a central hub and accommodating location for the pursuant space program and new efforts to reach the stars,” he said. “We are right off the Ohio River, feeding into the Mississippi. We are at a geographic location that isn’t light-polluted and Kentuckians are ready to take on this challenge and take this generation into distant reaches of the galaxy.”
Someone in the VR indicated via light that she had a question.
Owens pointed over, acknowledging.
“Thank you, Senator Owens. Recent talks have definitely gotten people talking and this all seems very ambitious. Given that the CIRN Federation is the leader in space exploration and these announcements around coming on the heels of their admittedly, now-failed ten year colonization efforts of Mars, what kinds of resistance do you expect for America 2 to pursue a mission lightyears away?” asked the woman.
“Well I think that’s a valid and grounded skepticism to hold,” he answered. “And I understand this is an uphill battle to gain public trust in the mission and we will need all 5 American sektors on board – but I have seen the science and new technology behind what might be possible and I want Kentucky to be at the forefront of this – that’s a gamble I’m ready to take.”
It was about 8PM when Ridgemont and Madame Tandoori arrived at the little studio of Ron Rosen. It was a converted upstairs bedroom of a fairly unimpressive house in north Cincinnati. Rosen had a sizeable following – but that didn’t translate to wealth. He made above the universal basic income, but no enough to be extravagant. Most of the people who hung around his house just used drugs, wasting away.
The pair walked up to Rosen’s upstairs studio and took a seat. The lottery numbers would be called at 9PM and Rosen would compare with the numbers Madame Tandoori had chosen the night before. The hour leading up to the drawing was spent with Rosen veiled insulting the pair and other jokes at their expense as the room of his ‘yes men’ types laughed.
It was 8:55 and Rosen shifted his conversation but maintained his tone of Ridgemont and Madame Tandoori being the butt of his jokes, “Alright, it’s about the moment we’ve all been waiting for…they’re about to call the lottery numbers in 5 minutes. And so last night, I asked you to put your powers to the test, and you filled out a six-numbered lottery ticket, the Cold Cash Slamma Jamma and we will reveal here, in real time how you did,” he said with inflections of cynicism.
He turned in his seat and opened a vault with a sealed envelope and asked one of his co-hosts to open them and hand the ticket to Madame Tandoori. Rosen had been insulting her all evening long and this was to be the climax of the show in which he would completely humiliate her.
“And before they call this, I want to let be known, I am so confident in this that I found a casino to take this bet at massive odds and I put down $30,000 betting you would not get any more than 3 numbers correct – and I only gave you that allowance in the event of random dumb luck. But that’s how confident I am that you are a fraud,” he said.
“Wow,” she said, unphased and looked over at Ridgemont. “I’ll tell you what, I don’t want you to walk away empty-handed, so when I win, you can have half the ticket.”
They all laughed. He asked one of his co-hosts what the winning jackpot prize was, and it was $2.63 billion.
“So it’s a win-win,” Rosen said. “Either way lads, we’re gonna be moving into a much nicer studio, better house…”
The lottery came up and the numbers began coming up and they were; 45-19-18-02-37-20.
Rosen looked up and said, “Okay, so 2, 18,19,20, 37, 45…as if the odds weren’t bad enough, but the odds of 3 consecutive numbers like that? 18,19,20….but let’s get to the main course…Madame Tandoori…please reveal your ticket to the us and 44 million other people watching around the world right now.”
She looked at Ridgemont and they grinned at each other. She held up the ticket and it read, 02, 18,19,20,37,45.
Rosen’s crew erupted. Rosen went pale, stunned and then flush red in the face, terrified. “That’s impossible,” he uttered.
He looked around and back at her, “Well, at least I get half!”
She looked at him and said, “Yep, I’m a woman of my word, here is your half,” and she ripped the ticket in half and gave it to him and ate her half.
The room was split between people shocked and people screaming.
“You sick bitch!” Rosen screamed at her. “Shut down the stream!” he yelled. “You two are dead!” He was slamming his fist on the table.
He jumped up to lunge at Madame Tandoori and as he was charging toward her he stopped and grabbed his head, screaming. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth agape and tongue hanging out. His arms, wrists, fingers and legs were locking and spasming and he fell to the ground. Madame Tandoori watched and looked back at Ridgemont, who sat there stone expressionless watching Rosen convulse on the ground.
One of the guys in the room got up and started charging toward Ridgemont, “What the fuck did you do??!”
As he was about to shove Ridgemont with his massive arms, he stopped and grabbed his chest, gasping for breath and collapsed.
Just outside the home studio of Ron Rosen, in a nice vehicle, sat Daphne Chambers. She looked up to the window of the studio and Madame Tandoori walked up to the window and looked outside at her and they looked one another in the eyes.
“We’ve got enough room for one more,” Madame Tandoori told her through their minds.
Daphne started the car and drove off.
Come back next week for Episode 7
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2023.06.05 00:59 totallytoless242 I’m a Single Mom, so I Get to Run an Illegal AirBnB - Bad Neighbor Chronicles
Now that the Tish saga is done, it's time to move on to our landlord's retribution. This is a long one because I don't want to divide the story. TL;DR at the end.
Hubby and I lived in this apartment complex from 2016-2019. Until 2018, the apartment next to Tish's was rented by a Dominican couple who (apart from the Colosseum they erected in their living room every weekend for televised boxing matches) were very nice. So, Hubby and I were kind of bummed when the couple decided that they'd had enough of our complex. They came home one day to find at their doorstep a big-ass rat the size of a cat snacking merrily on some KFC bones that had dropped from Tish's garbage can. I would also argue that the couple probably found it hard to sleep with Tish's headboard slapping against their bedroom wall all weekend long (cue Vybez Kartel & Spice).
We were further disappointed when we realized they were being replaced by a mother and her two daughters. It's not that I don't like kids. I just that Jay wasn't exactly a model for confidence.
The family was quiet and timid, but it was clear they had problems. Big problems. According to what Tina would tell me in "casual" conversations in the laundry room, she had once sat upon her parents’ very high pedestal and - by her own account - had been violently shoved from that pedestal when she found herself pregnant with her first daughter. She'd tried to climb another very high pedestal and managed to stay there long enough to marry and have her second child, but "the cheating dog" had kicked Tina from the apex of prosperity to the pits of impoverishment once more. Heavy shit for laundry room talk.
But, it was hard to sympathize with Tina. The girls, unfortunately, seemed to understand all too well that they were Tina’s “burden”. The teenager (Mel) was ferrety and surly - which some would say is normal for a 15yo - but do 15yos spank their own sisters? Not fight - spank. As a parent would. And the 8yo, while sweet, tore through boundaries like acrylic nails through cheap toilet paper.
Tish immediately hated Tina because there was only enough room in this complex for one shit show at a time. Every time I saw Tish and Tina pass one another around the complex, the air would grow cold and the birds would flee to the West.
But, Tish and Jay left not long after Tina and her girls moved in. If y’all are looking for the catfight of the century, I am so sorry, but I must disappoint you. Jay's father returned from graduate school and got primary custody of Jay. That meant Tish was no longer entitled to child support, and she couldn't afford the apartment anymore. Hubby and I sacrificed a goat to the Most High in gratitude.
But then a few weeks after Tish and Jay left, Hubby and I noticed strange noises coming from the apartment upstairs. It should have been empty, but we heard chairs dragging against the floor at all hours of the evening. I called our landlord and asked if anyone had moved in, but she told us, "No."
"But there is someone upstairs," I told her. She dismissed me. Said there was no one up there.
Then why, only a few nights after that, was the security gate to Tish's old apartment open? And why were the lights on?
I called our landlord, but our landlord told me to take it easy, which was nice speak for "Leave me alone, you paranoid dumbfuck.”
Well, Hubby was sure some hobo was shacking up in Tish’s old apartment, which was highly likely considering where we lived. Our former apartment complex rests within one of the only remaining residential nooks in a fast-growing bacchanal city. On the street to the north is a string of touristy restaurants. On the street to the south is the sleaziest bar in five miles, and on the street to the right was a brothel masquerading as an AirBnB. It never once crossed my mind that the girls in 6-inch heels, batty riders, and lashes out to Wednesday walking up and down the road at 1:00 a.m. might were “working”…
Anyway, Hubby decided to go check on the apartment upstairs, and lo - the security gate and front door were both unlocked. Hubby figured Tish or our landlord must have left the doors open by accident, which allowed whoever the hell it was dragging chairs over our heads to enter the vacant apartment. I passed this knowledge on to our landlord, who assured me that she’d send a locksmith to change the locks.
It was an evening after the locksmith changed the locks that Hubby and I came home late to find ourselves face-to-face with the intruder upstairs. At the door to Tish’s old apartment was Mel. With her was a man who, though young, was clearly older than Mel, picking at the security gate lock.
When Mel saw us, she jumped so high she nearly took down some shingles from the roof. The young man, however, bid us a very cordial good evening. Then, he finished picking the locks to the doors and entered the apartment. Yes, my dear people. Mel had broken into the apartment upstairs and set up camp.
You better believe I called my landlord and told her about what we’d just seen. She was shocked. Was I sure that’s who I’d seen breaking into the apartment? Mel was such a mannerly, mature young woman. It must have been someone else! I guess I wasn't just a paranoid dumbfuck, but a blind one as well.
Anyway, a few days later, Mel and Tina started moving furniture into Tina’s apartment. They didn't say anything to us when they saw us. I wondered if I was the bad guy, but Hubby said no: I should call our landlord and report.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I told Tina that Mel could camp out there for a while."
Well, friends, what happened was that our landlord called Tina to confront her about Mel breaking into the apartment. But then Tina told our landlord about her recent fall from grace and then lamented about the horrors of parenting a teenager all alone in a one-bedroom apartment. She cried so much that our landlord decided to make a deal. For $200 a month, Tina could rent the empty apartment for Mel under the condition that when a new tenant was found Mel would move out.
Okay, fine, I thought. If that's how you want to run your apartments, that's up to you. I'll stay out of your business next time.
And that's just what I did when I came home from work one day to find an American couple dressed in bathing suits trying to open the gate to the complex.
And I continued to do so the week after that when Hubby saw Mel cleaning the apartment while three Australian ladies grilled by the complex pool.
But, one night when a hooker knocked on our door, I'd had enough.
At first, I tried to give Tina and Mel the benefit of the doubt. Maybe this was something they had worked out with the landlord. Maybe this was actually the landlord playing her hand at AirBnB. So, I worded my texts carefully. Asked our landlord if she'd found a new tenant, since we'd seen some new people in the complex. If she'd been trying out short-term renting since so we noticed so many tourists roaming the complex. If she knew that there were strange people coming in and out every week. No reply.
Turns out we weren't the only tenants concerned - and ignored. Two of our other neighbors had also tried to contact our landlord to tell her about the strange tourists hanging bathing suits all over the fences and ordering "fair" company in the apartment above us. Our landlord, however, never responded to any of us. Didn't even blue tick.
By the time frat boys started renting the apartment, Hubby and I had had enough. We found a new apartment and gave notice. Oddly enough, our landlord got that message as soon as I sent it. She didn't bother asking us why we were moving out, and I didn't push the matter. I didn't even make a fuss when she didn't give us our security deposit back. In my city, it's rare you get that back anyhow.
But then a month later, I got a call from our old landlord. She said she'd assessed the apartment and found no damages, so she had our security deposit ready for us. I mean, money is money, and that was our money, so Hubby and I set a date to meet the landlord at the old place.
Our landlord was oddly chatty when we arrived. At first, we thought she was just excited because she was finally giving the complex a much-needed facelift. But then she started talking about Tina.
Landlord: "Do you remember Tina?"
Hubby looks at me. I look at Hubby. “Of course."
Landlord: "Well, she doesn't live here anymore."
Landlord: "I evicted her."
Landlord: "You won't believe what she was doing."
Side eye-side eye.
Landlord: "Well, she was running an AirBnB! In the apartment right above you!"
Pikachu gasp: "No!"
Apparently, after we left, the landlord came to assess our apartment. When she entered the complex, who did she happen to run into?
A British couple in their bathing suits.
They asked her if she knew where the beach was, and the landlord gave them the directions in exchange for a glimpse at the AirBnB listing they'd contracted.
There it was - Tish's old apartment rented out at $800 a week!!! Take away the $200 a month Tina had arranged to rent the apartment, that was a $3000 profit!
The landlord confronted Tina, and as Tina packed her bags under the close supervision of a police officer, Tina railed on and on about how our landlord was being so cruel to a single mother. How could a fellow woman deny Tina the right to make a living for her girls? No one was using the apartment anyway! She'd sue, she sue for squatter's rights! She was a single mother!!!
So ends the Tina tale, but we have some extra credits. Our landlord realized how lucrative the AirBnB business could be, so she evicted all of the tenants and renovated the complex to open it up for short-term renting. That all came to an end when a 17yo boy drowned in the pool and the family sued the landlord for negligence.
All's well that end's well, eh?
TL;DR: Neighbor breaks into an empty apartment, manages to weasel the landlord into renting it to her for $200/month, and then sublets it on AirBnB for $800 a week!
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