Source 23 years in northern Michigan.
Why YSK: Wiping off headlights and tail lights are to help others see you, even if you don't need the headlights to see. Wiping off the hood prevents snow from flying back up at the windshield making it hard to see even with the wipers on and wiping it off the roof prevents it from flying back at others. I thought most people knew this but driving around I see way too many people that haven't done these things.
The roof part is the most important and there's ice on the roof because that can do some damage to another car If it flies off at high speeds.
Edit: so I just looked it up and it turns out that not wiping off your headlights is illegal in Michigan as well as allowing things to fly off your car that could impair other drivers view. It just seems that nobody cares or knows.
So apparently an old employer of mine setup a 401k for me with Fidelity that I didn't know about. Not only, they also put the wrong birthday. So every time I tried to setup a brokerage account, it said I was entering the wrong credentials.
I called Fidelity and they told me I was going to have to submit a paper application to correct the incorrect birthday. I said I'll do that, but I'll probably try to find someone else, because I'm trying to get my assets out of my Robin Hood account. He asked to put me on hold to see if there was something he could do in the back office. He put me on with someone with the 401k department (he stayed on the line while I talked to her). In the end, she told me I was going to have to do a paper application too. He thanked her for her help and told me to stay on the line so he could see if he could try something else. Best fucking customer service. He helped walk me through creating an account, changed my birthday, and walked me through get a transfer set up for my assets at Robin Hood. The customer service is such a refresher from the nightmare we've had to deal with with Robin Hood.
I love capitalism. The power of competition. Fuck Robin Hood.
Edit: Anyone know how to fill out a customer service survey? I got the guy's name and want to let Fidelity know how impressed I was with him.
It is 2020, unfortunately. It’s the day after my two younger sisters and I flew out to Pennsylvania to see my dad, who lives there after getting divorced by my mom for fifteen years of not being a good husband or dad. He lives with his mom, Cranky Grandma, and her devil cat, as well as my amazing aunt and her angel kitten.
Dad gets home from work. “Where’s Emi?” he asks my Cranky Grandma.
“She’s in the basement,” Cranky Grandma says, probably throwing in a snide comment or two about the newly-dyed purple hair adorning my head or the leather fingerless gloves that have joined my black wardrobe. “Lookin’ for some Christmas ornaments.”
Dad goes down the basement stairs and finds me rummaging through cardboard boxes. “What are you looking for?” he says.
“Hi, Dad,” I say. “Well, I noticed that you decorated for Christmas, but you’re missing a few things! Where are The Mooses?”
The Mooses are a pair of stuffed mooses that have been put up every Christmas since I can remember. They’re brown, about two feet tall, and soft as a marshmallow. There’s Mama Moose, who is named Merry, holding Baby Moose, who is named Christmas and is in a red velvet sack reading “Merry Christmas” on it in gold embroidery. The Mooses always go on the couch to watch over the living room and all the decorations and presents in it while we’re asleep.
The problem with The Mooses is that when my mom divorced Dad, she was so scared of him that she let him have almost everything. This included The Mooses and quite a few more of her treasured ornaments. And since I’ve always been the one to set The Mooses on the couch, that first Christmas with a divorced dad just didn’t feel right without them.
Dad helps me look for The Mooses for awhile. “Sorry, sweetie, they must have gotten lost in the move,” he says.
I smile and don’t tell him that I hate being called sweetie. “It’s okay,” I say, and pull out a cardboard box. “Hey, look! It’s your What God Wants For Christmas box! I love that tradition!”
We go set up What God Wants For Christmas in the living room. I say, “I think I’m going to go take a nap.”
Dad says, “Okay.”
I go upstairs and into my room and shut the door. I walk over to the window seat/storage chest under the window. I open it.
“Hello, Mooses,” I say.
The Mooses lay on top of my stuffed animal collection, looking dusty. Several other ornaments I recognize as Mom’s are keeping them company. I grin and shut the chest.
It is the day we fly back to my home state. I ha... keep reading on reddit ➡
If you are buying on Robin Hood you do not control your coins and you cannot transfer them to a wallet or to any other exchange.
In addition to this, trading is frequently halted due to volatility as we saw with Dogecoin yesterday which in some cases means you won’t be able to sell on a massive drop, even with a stop loss order in place.
There is also often a large gap between the current sell price and buy price which should not be happening for coins with decent volume.
Buying on Robin Hood defeats the whole decentralized point of cryptocurrency which allows you to be in control of your coins. And if if you are coming here from WSB, fuck Robin Hood anyway. Don’t support these slimy market manipulators.
That being said, market manipulation also exists on any crypto exchange so be aware of pump and dumps, especially when coins instantly shoot up in price with no real rhyme or reason. Be safe out there.
We don’t like that stock. Sure they’ve facilitated the process of us weaponizing our autism over the past few years, but clearly their heads are too far up the asses of the hedgies and what they have done cannot be swept under the rug this time. Those sleezebags in suits call themselves “Robinhood”, but in reality are no better than the rest of them. They have been planning an IPO for quite some time now, which would be quite profitable for their company. I’d hate to see Robin fucking Hood DD’s and shills, after they tried so hard to bring us down, so the gears in autistic brain started turning. What if there was a way for us to rain on their parade? My smooth brain is running out of more words to say so I’ll stop here.
TLDR: Hey Robinhood, That’s a nice IPO you got planned. It’d be a shame if 5 million weaponized autists collectively fucked it over.
Obligatory Fuck Melvin Fuck Robinhood Fuck Citadel
Edit: I don’t think shorting it would be a good idea though, imagine if the suits pulled a short squeeze on Robinhood off on us. We need to collectively think of a better way.
Edit 2: Didn’t expect Awards. Use it to buy fractional shares tomorrow instead. We ride at dawn
Who runs this utter rubbish heap?
OOC: seeing as I have school tomorrow my replies will be a bit spotty
Stop using Robin Hood. Their terms of service would be chucked out the window covered in shit by any major fund offering them.
There are of course other no commission companies available. However, would you trust a free plumber? A free electrician? What's in it for them?
RH has used people for a long time. They are just another data factory. If their buyers say fuck off then you are done.
A company with trading outages gets no attention from real money. This sub should ban RH. I have no skin in the game so I only look to ensure people are empowered to make the best or wrongest decisions. It loses people more money than the tiny commission you might otherwise pay.
It crashes. Makes odd decisions and has zero transparency over its finances. After the last fortnight I could see people being abused by RH and its clear interests and set up.
Stop using RH. Any positions on RH? Move. Ditch them. Stop posting their basic pretty fucking graphs.
I really hope this was a wake-up call.
Firstly, it was 7 AM before the sun came up and spitting rain. You chose to ride with a black helmet, black jacket and dark trousers. Secondly, you chose to completely blow past a "Yield to traffic in roundabout" sign. If I saw you one second later than I did, you would have likely ended up in the hospital or worse.
And thirdly, you had the audacity to flip me the bird and scream bloody murder when I rolled down my window to have a chat with you. Unbelievable.
I drive, ride a motorcycle and ride a bicycle, so I fit into pretty much every category of road user. Assholes like you give all cyclists a bad name. I hope your life insurance policy is up to date if you continue riding like you do.