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I would've thought that if his tone wasn't angry, but dude sounded pissed, and it was a very abrupt change when I said why. I'm sure I'm not the first or only person to cancel for that reason but I didn't get "secretly agrees" vibes.

I called to cancel my red card and the guy asked why so I said it was due to their new DEI policies, or lack thereof, and he said, "WELL, wish there was something we could do to keep you but there's not so the account will be closed. Thanks for calling!" And then basically hung up on me. It definitely made me feel like the adult in the relationship.

Yeah but how many times could spies bribe the person in that role with a 6 pack? You could let him pick what he wants from the gas station beer case and he'd probably give you all his passwords.

Christ, that drives me crazy. It makes me want to stop and say, "well now I'm not doing it at all," because in my heart, I'm a child.

Even outside of the US, it's been pretty common in my experience. Especially in cities that are a lot older where there isn't a lot of space for new builds and they generally went up instead of out.

Good. Maybe people will quit buying that garbage that just goes in a landfill. That might be the one good thing about the tariffs in a sea of shit.

I have a very hard time believing that the rest of the world will trust the US for a very long time, if ever, so I can't imagine our financial situation is going to improve for anyone except maybe the ultra wealthy (as usual). I haven't even looked at my retirement because it's not like there's much I can do besides stress about it.

I've used it in to turn into my driveway when there are other cars around because some of my neighbors and most of the delivery drivers drive like total dicks and can't seem to figure out why someone would slow down in a neighborhood.

I'm pretty sure all the people who deal with imports have to be on the verge of a mental breakdown. What a nightmare. Policy made by a petty, stupid tyrant based on apparently nothing but vibes and changing as often as he shits his diaper is no way to run a country, but here we are.

I started using Dreaming Spanish which hasn't collected anything but an email and the amount of time I've spent watching videos but I'm not sure if there's an equivalent for Danish. If there is, it seems ok so far.

I really am incredibly lucky. She's the type of mom who will adopt people when their own parents are shitty, too, so we could share if you want.

And that's fair - I'm ok with escalators when I'm in closed toed shoes but I do get a little iffy in sandals. My one real phobia is wet paper (like very wet, I don't panic if I spill a little on my desk), so it's way weirder than escalators.

Hmm, I bet my mom actually could name some of my existential dreads. I should ask. I bet she'd love that text at 8am.