Power will most likely be out after storm. One small and easy creature comfort to have is a cooling towel. It's going to be hot and humid while you clean up your property. With no air conditioning, a cooling towel will feel like heaven.
Imagine it....
FUCKING RADNADOS
RADNADOS THAT LAUNCH BRAHMIN AND GHOULS AT 200 MPH AT YOUR SETTLEMENT
Last year I bought a house in my area. Really wonderful old red brick. When I was in the process of buying it, I discovered that the purchase also includes the entirety of the alley.
I asked the realtor is this was true, they said yes. I went to the court house to double check and confirmed it.
So I buy the house, I meet some of the neighbors and I made a joke about charging them rent to use my alley.
They flipped out.
I was not looking at starting a war so I just kind of let it blow over.
Then winter arrived and the neighbors started demanding I have the alley plowed every time it snowed, because I own the alley and I'm responsible for it. One of them told me they would sue me if they slipped and fell in the alley.
I don't believe they were joking.
I paid a friend $25.00 a month to plow the alley every time it shows to keep them happy. But during this time I was also talking with some people at the court house.
As soon as the snow started to melt in my area I got ahold of some local contractors and had them build a gate at the entrance of the alley that I keep locked, I've also posted trespass warning signs on the gate.
It's all completely legal, I made sure of it before I did this.
Now the neighbors are just livid. Basically everyone is calling me an asshole, including my family.
One final note, I'm only here to settle a debate with my sister. Reguardless if I'm an asshole or not, the alley isn't going to be opened up again, you don't threaten me with a good time.
Edit: alright, that's enough. I spent the last ten hours responding to commenters. I'd like to thank everyone who privately messaged me so they don't get in trouble with the mods. I loved reading all of your nasty messages.
For anyone who doesn't know any better the alley has two garages that open to it. I would have figured most of you would realize an alley may have a garage, I guess not. I didn't intentionally leave that fact out, but after everyone started howling about it I decided to wait until I was done here to edit the main post.
I'll update if I ever get sued in to oblivion. Lots of love.
A couple of summers ago, I took a part-time job as a server at a local pub/restaurant. I had a full-time job, so this was just for experience and to pick up some tip money on the side. The pub had been closed for a few years after the old owner couldn't afford it anymore, so when the new owners picked it up and got it ready for opening again, the town was pretty excited. It's a bit of a town landmark, right in the middle of our main street.
I applied as soon as I found out, and ended up getting hired! I was one of the younger servers, alongside a few older ones. Most of us were women, and the older servers really looked out for us inexperienced ones. Overall, the others on the team were really nice, save for a couple of nasty ones. My new boss Gary (not his actual name) was... well... not as great.
Gary's favourite saying was "if you have time to lean, you have time to clean." He thought if we took even a second to catch our breaths, he was losing money from us "slacking off." On slow days, he would find menial, pointless tasks for us to complete - wipe the bar counter (even though it's been wiped 3x in the past half hour already), re-organize the menus (even though they're already perfectly organized), fill up more condiment cups (even though there's already fifty salsa cups ready to go). Stuff like that. The most tedious task, especially in the early months of the summer, was sweeping the side alley that leads to the patio. There were these massive maple trees along the path, and they would drop leaves and seeds like crazy, especially on windy days.
One afternoon in early June, there were only a handful of us working. It gets slow, and I get assigned the sweeping task. I sweep up the back alleyway as much as I can, but the wind is blowing and the trees just keep dumping more and more seeds onto the path. I do my best, until a coworker calls me back inside to help serve tables - she didn't want me missing out on tips, bless her.
I seat the table, get their orders, and start entering them in. Just then, Gary storms up to me.
Gary: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Entering table 15's order. Why?"
Gary: "The side alley is a mess. I don't pay you to slack off."
Me: "I swept up as much as I could before this table walked in. It's a really windy day - that's why it keeps getting full of leaves and seeds. You're more than welcome to check the compost bin for how much I actually did sweep up."
Gary: "No. We don't finish things halfway here. You're going back o
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