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  • #16
    Quoth LillFilly View Post
    It seems like the most honest people always get royally screwed when trying to do someone a good turn. You have to wonder if it's even worth it sometimes.
    No good deed goes unpunished.
    “We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.”

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    • #17
      Quoth Jester View Post
      And if that guy knows you are so afraid of spiders, such pranks are just mean.
      Now I feel bad all those years of playing spider pranks on my cousin. Actually the whole family did it, and my aunt (his mother) was the ringleader. Every Christmas he'd get spider boxer shorts or a dead spider preserved in a piece of glass or a giant wind-up tarantula or something along those lines.

      On the plus side, it did eventually cure his arachnophobia.

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      • #18
        its mukade that scare the crap out of me.
        CS evolution: Not all the apes evolved, some just learned how to shave.

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        • #19
          Quoth Hyndis View Post
          Turns out my boss had heard about it. She stormed over to me and demand I turn over the gift card to her at once, or be fired on the spot. I did so. She still wrote me up.

          She also pocketed the gift card. Pretty sure she ended up spending it herself.

          Though if there is a bit of poetic justice, she herself was a month later marched out the door by corporate suits for stealing from the company.
          Yeah, her actions were so beyond the pale. You probably should have reported her to her superiors for that maneuver, which is about as shitty as a manager can get. I am sure the customer in question would have been pretty upset if he knew what she had done.

          Quoth Pagan View Post
          People find it hilarious that I will run, screaming from a roach (alive or dead, it matters not) but let a spider roam freely.
          Spiders kill other bugs, including roaches. Thus this makes perfect sense. And gives me a good excuse to use the word "thus."

          "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
          Still A Customer."

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          • #20
            Quoth Jester View Post
            Yeah, her actions were so beyond the pale. You probably should have reported her to her superiors for that maneuver, which is about as shitty as a manager can get. I am sure the customer in question would have been pretty upset if he knew what she had done.
            Ditto that. If I was the customer I would have been extremely angry and demanded for that manager to be fired because who knows what the manager might have stole from the store.

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            • #21
              Quoth BookstoreEscapee View Post
              My roommate came home a few minutes after I saw him and she tried to get him with a shoe, but he fell somewhere. I don't know if he's dead or not, cuz we couldn't find him!!!!
              How good is your fire insurance?
              "English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other results."
              - H. Beam Piper

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              • #22
                Quoth Jester View Post
                Spiders kill other bugs, including roaches. Thus this makes perfect sense. And gives me a good excuse to use the word "thus."
                Glad I could be of service!
                It's floating wicker propelled by fire!

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                • #23
                  An ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine once spent half an hour sitting butt-naked on her living room table, in a brightly lit apartment at night, with all blinds open, due to her arachnophobia.

                  Apparently, she'd just walked out of the shower wrapped in a towel, when a massive spider (from her recollections, it must have been the size of a Doberman) charged straight at her out of nowhere. Reacting on pure instinct, she... dropped the towel and jumped up on the table.

                  There, she spent said half hour, after having launched several reachable items at the spider but without scoring a hit, until she felt safe enough to climb down, get dressed, and have her boyfriend come over to hunt down the spider for her.

                  She was upset with me after telling that story. Apparently, "Damn, I'd have loved to see that!" was not the response she was looking for...
                  You gotta polish a memory like a stone. Chip off the parts that remind you it was just a game. Work it until it's indistinguishable from any other memory.

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                  • #24
                    Spiders, roaches, and centipedes. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
                    Don't wanna; not gonna.

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                    • #25
                      Quoth LillFilly View Post
                      It seems like the most honest people always get royally screwed when trying to do someone a good turn. You have to wonder if it's even worth it sometimes.
                      It's always worth it. You might get some short-term crap from people who are too wrapped up in their own selfishness and meanness to let it pass, but they can't take away that warm fuzzy feeling you get from doing a good deed.

                      As for insects, I'm in the camp that the more legs the get, the freakier they are.

                      However, I seem to have a special fear reserved for shiny black spiders and Jerusalem crickets. *twitch*

                      ^-.-^
                      Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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                      • #26
                        Once when my ex was over (this was long before he became the ex) I embarrassed myself fully by turning into a screaming girly mess at the sight of a huge cave cricket (good lord those things are disgusting). It charged out from under my bed and I swear made a beeline for me, all the while evading most attempts to kill it (I didn't want to squash it, as apparently the guts give off some aroma that attracts more of its kind).

                        By the time it slowed down enough for me to trap it under a plastic storage container with a textbook on top, it was sporting a thick fuzzy white coating from the ant-killer we had (repeatedly) doused it with. It took two more hours for it to actually die.
                        Last edited by Dreamstalker; 05-26-2009, 08:41 PM.
                        "I am quite confident that I do exist."
                        "Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up." The Doctor

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                        • #27
                          Quoth Dreamstalker View Post
                          Once when my ex was over (this was long before he became the ex) I embarrassed myself fully by turning into a screaming girly mess at the sight of a huge cave cricket (good lord those things are disgusting). It charged out from under my bed and I swear made a beeline for me, all the while evading most attempts to kill it (I didn't want to squash it, as apparently the guts give off some aroma that attracts more of its kind).
                          Wait, those things are actually called cave crickets?? I thought Mom called them 'killer cave crickets' for the alliteration! *shudder* They used to THRIVE in our downstairs bathroom in Alabama, much to the delight of our cat. He'd gleefully hunt them down and eat them, then bring us the back legs to show us what he did... *shudders more*
                          It's little things that make the difference between 'enjoyable', 'tolerable', and 'gimme a spoon, I'm digging an escape tunnel'.

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                          • #28
                            A bit off topic, but this story reminds me of last night or early this morning when I was playing Majora's Mask. I'm not normally an arachnaphobe, but even the skultula houses gave me the heebie jeebies.
                            To right the countless wrongs of our days... We shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise...Oh, what a wonderful world such would be...

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                            • #29
                              I once had the contents of my car messed with while I left it at a mechanic's shop...although I'm not too proud of it...

                              I was still in high school, very much into my rebellious teen ways, one of which was a certain green, leafy substance. I had purchased a piece of equipment with which to intake said vapors, and hadn't had a chance to use it yet. I completely forgot it was there when I had dropped it off for an alignment. When I got my car back, the piece of equipment had been removed from its cubby hole (hidden inside the passenger door), used, and put back in upside-down. Needless to say, I didn't call to complain about that one.

                              I live a much more...legal life now, but that one still makes me laugh.

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                              • #30
                                yea i hate spiders too. totally arachnaphobic.

                                i read that they can live in water (for short times) etc. and yea had one i washed down a drain CRAWL back up out of it (i assume to find me and exact sweet sweet revenge). so NOW if i wash em down i drain i pour a nice dose of bleach (or some other toxic chemical agent) down there after.

                                Make SURE they aint coming back up lol.

                                back onto the SC topic. thats messed up that if the customer leaves something behind YOU are blamed if they bitch that it was 'stolen'

                                i mean i work in a hospital there's signs everywhere saying 'we are here to look after YOU. and NOT your personal possessions' so people either keep them on their body at all times or (the better choice) give them to family members who are going home or wahtever so they KNOW they wont be lost in the hospital.

                                cuz we've had people lose jewellery, wallets, keys. etc. but never been our problem we never tell patients to leave stuff sitting around n all that, I always tell them to bring any valuables with them even if they're 'only going to be gone for a minute'
                                Common sense... So rare it's a goddamn superpower.

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