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What kind of baby spiders are these? In Northern California.
05/08/2026

What kind of baby spiders are these? In Northern California.

Well s**t. How am I supposed to follow my nightly routine of having my kids jump over a bonfire every night?
05/08/2026

Well s**t. How am I supposed to follow my nightly routine of having my kids jump over a bonfire every night?

"What is missing from this dish?"
05/08/2026

"What is missing from this dish?"

Is the mold on the sides safe to eat?
05/08/2026

Is the mold on the sides safe to eat?

Sorry for the crappy picture but, let's say You were the guest at this table and you're feeding your almost 1yr old scra...
05/08/2026

Sorry for the crappy picture but, let's say You were the guest at this table and you're feeding your almost 1yr old scraps of food that you're putting on the bare table, would you clean this mess up on your own or do you expect the server to do it because "ItS tHeIr JoB"😐
Mind you this is big chunks of food that can be picked up with the millions of napkins we give ppl!
EDIT: This was from my coworker's table. They tipped her under 20% on a $51 tab🤦🏾‍♀️

I’ve been a manager for almost six years. I always thought I was fair. Maybe a bit strict, but fair. Rules are rules, ri...
05/08/2026

I’ve been a manager for almost six years. I always thought I was fair. Maybe a bit strict, but fair. Rules are rules, right? If I start making exceptions, where does it end?

That’s what I told myself when I fired Celia last week.
It was her third tardy this month.
Policy says three strikes—you’re out.
She didn’t argue. Just nodded, picked up her bag, and left.

But something about that silence should have told me something was off.

Later that afternoon, I overheard two coworkers whispering.

“Did you hear about Celia’s son?”
“Yeah… she’s been sleeping in her car with him.”

My stomach dropped.

I pulled one aside. “What do you mean, ‘sleeping in her car’?”

And then the whole picture unfolded.

Celia had been evicted a month ago.
No support from her ex.
No nearby family.
She was working double shifts, doing everything she could…
But shelters were full.
So she and her six-year-old son had been living in their car.

Those late mornings?
They weren’t because she was lazy or careless.
She was driving across town to a church that let them shower, so her son could go to school clean.

And I had fired her.
I had just made it worse.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. The guilt sat heavy on my chest.

The next morning, I called her. No answer.
I texted. Nothing.
I drove to the last address on file—evicted.
I sat in my car, staring at my phone, wondering if I’d lost my chance to make things right.

But I couldn’t just leave it there.

I started calling around—shelters, food banks, churches—anywhere she might’ve gone. Most couldn’t help, but then one woman at a church downtown paused.

“She was here two nights ago. Picked up some food and blankets. That’s all I know.”

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

I drove downtown.
I walked the streets.
Checked every parking lot.
And just as I was about to give up, I saw it—

An old sedan, parked near a grocery store.
Fogged windows.
A small face peeking out from under a blanket in the back seat.

It was her son.

My heart clenched. I walked up slowly, gently knocked on the glass. Celia sat up in the front seat, startled… and then, her eyes met mine.

“I came to bring you your job back,” I said.
“But more than that—I came because I should have listened… and I want to help.”

Because sometimes, being a manager isn’t just about policies.
It’s about people.
And Celia didn’t need discipline—
She needed compassion.

Credit: Original Owner (Respect 🫡)

So I am at Walmart scanning and bagging my almost $300 worth of groceries while the employee that wants $15 an hour "mon...
05/08/2026

So I am at Walmart scanning and bagging my almost $300 worth of groceries while the employee that wants $15 an hour "monitors" and then this happened.
Her - Why are you double bagging all of your groceries?
Me - Excuse me?
Her - You are wasting our bags!
Me - If you don't like the way I'm bagging the groceries, feel free to come on over here and bag them yourself.
Her - That's not my job!
Me - Okay, then I will bag my groceries how I please if that's all right with you.
Her - Why are you using two bags?!
Me - Because the bags are weak and I don't want the handles to break or the bottoms to rip out.
Her - Well that's because you are putting too much stuff in the bag. If you took half of that stuff out and put it in a different bag then you wouldn't need to double bag.
*10 seconds of me just staring at her.
Me - so you want me to split these items in half and put half of
them in a different bag so that I don't have to double bag.
Her - Exactly.
Me - So I would still be using two bags to hold the same number of items.
Her - No because you wouldn't be double bagging.
*me pressing two fingers to my left eye in an attempt to make it stop twitching.
Me - Okay so here I have a jug of milk and a bottle of juice double bagged. If I take the milk out and remove the double bagging and just put the milk in the single bag and the juice in that single bag I'm still using two bags for these two items.
Her- No because you are not double bagging them so it's not the same number of bags.
*me looking around at about 10 other customers who at this point are enjoying the show.
Me- Is this like that Common Core math stuff I keep hearing about?
Her- Never mind you just don't get it.
And with that, she went back to her little Podium so she could continue texting or playing games on her phone or whatever it was she was doing before she decided to come over and critique my bagging skills.

don't forget about the babies this easter, fill plastic eggs with baby/toddler snacks instead of candy!CHEDDAR
05/08/2026

don't forget about the babies this easter, fill plastic eggs with baby/toddler snacks instead of candy!
CHEDDAR

Any clue as to what these are?
05/07/2026

Any clue as to what these are?

For 20 years my husband, the sweetest man I know, has slipped his water bill through the gap between the doors at the wa...
05/07/2026

For 20 years my husband, the sweetest man I know, has slipped his water bill through the gap between the doors at the water department in our small town. He watched the check fall to the ground, trying to make it land far enough away they would see it when they walked in. Recently they moved the water department to a new building with no way to slip the bill through the door. He kept visiting them sad about the change and reminiscing of the old ways. They added a drop box in for him!
Woman 45 size 9 & a happy husband 41 size 13.

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