Anonymous wrote:I won't tell my husband where the scissors are (spoiler alert, where they've been for the entirety of the 7 and a half years we've lived in this house) just because I'm so tired of being his go-to for every dumb question when his answer for me when I ask for tech help is "google it."

OH. MY. GOD.

Yes. This and the constant asking me what the weather is going to be. I simply stopped responding to that one and when my husband asked why that question irritates me I was very restrained when I informed him that his phone has the exact same weather app as mine.

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Anonymous wrote:I park really close to large expensive cars just to annoy their douchey drivers. I especially do this to new looking Suburban/Yukon/Navigator type cars because I find them so obnoxious.

Then how do you get out of the car?

I dont

That wasn't me. I do get out of the car, but I'm just very thin and can shimmy out with very little space. I'm also not terrible concerned if our car doors touch, unlike the $80k+ car next to me. Although maybe they don't care either since apparently they are so rich as to buy it in the first place and not be concerned where they park it.