I anti-pit YOU, random stranger!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Yes, in California we stuff em’ in the classroom and hope for the best. He did have 40 kids at the beginning if the year, but 2 of them moved away. His room is so crowded that when my kid broke her foot and was on crutches, she had to sit in the open doorway so she could manuver with her crutches, and have room to prop her foot on a chair. Many times I have met with him right after class is dismissed and the smell is unbelievable. “How do you like the odor in here?” he asked. “Smell like teen spirit”, I replied.

This is also what makes him so amazing. All those kids, crammed into that classroom, following him like the Pied Piper of discovery.

I wish I was exaggerating… In our high school, they don’t even have enough desks in most of the classes. Students are sitting on tables, the floors, and window sills. During the rainy season (all winter) the building in awash in rats. Rat urine and feces have to be cleaned up every morning and throughout the day. Several students have been bitten; of course they were stupid enough to try and catch them, but still…

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This thread has taken an ominous turn, what with all of the rat feces.

Anyone else have a positive thing to say about a friendly stranger in their life?

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I anti-pit whoever left their dog sitting in the jeweler’s chair at the local pawn shop. I was on my way to work, so pissed, and then to walk by and see that in the window and get the ridiculous image of your pooch appraising gems literally made my day.

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I retroactively anti-pit a random stranger I met at a mall in Pittsburgh, years ago.

Then-girlfriend and I (at the time, a couple of dorky high-school kids in my shit car) had been cruising the parking lot for nearly 15 minutes. Place was full up. We finally saw a guy getting into his vehicle, near the back of the lot, to leave. Nobody else was around. I stopped the car and put on the turn signal to indicate I meant to pull into the spot.

The guy leaving, honestly, looked a bit intimidating. Big muscles, lots of ink. He had a few little kids with him, he waved apologetically at taking a few minutes to get them all strapped into his pickup. I waved back. The whole procedure took a few minutes, but I didn’t mind. We waited patiently, as no-one else was around and we were just happy to get a parking spot.

As he pulled out, he screened me from the spot. Just as he started to pull away, some yuppie douche, in a beemer - trophy-blond-whatever twenty years his junior in the passenger side - zipped around the corner and nearly clipped the guy to grab the spot before we could even try to get in. It was heartbreaking.

Dude in the pickup did a proper brake-screech. Threw it in park, threw his door open, and walked quietly to the yuppie.

“These kids have been waiting for this spot for five minutes. You need to give it to them.”

Yuppie started spouting off, gesturing wildly etc. The pickup guy just stared him down silently. I got chills, he was so ice.

“Leave now.”

Yuppie blanched, got back in his beemer, and pulled out. Tough-looking-dude just stood there, blocking the spot, glaring until we pulled in. Once we were in the spot, out of the car, and thanking him - his tough demeanor evaporated. He broke into a wide smile, said “You kids have a nice night now, ok?” and drove off.

:smiley:

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People patted the pet pit?
I thought this was an ANTI-pit thread! :stuck_out_tongue:

(Can you explain the anticipating pats thing? I’m not sure what you mean, but I’m imagining this friendly, frothy pit <don’t all pits froth? /teasing> rushing into the crowd and making people pet her. :p:p

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I anti-pit my eye doctor’s office. A week after getting new glasses for my daughter, her boyfriend’s dog gets a hold of them and chews one of the lenses. I contact my eye doctor’s office to get them to order me a new lens. I figured I’d just pay for it since getting chewed on by a dog surely isn’t covered by warranty. The lady who does the glasses ordering said she’d try to get it for me under warranty, even though I explained I wasn’t expecting that.

When we brought the glasses in to have the lens installed, it fit a bit loosely and the lady noticed there were scratches on the frame from the dog. She gave us the glasses, but said she’d order a whole new pair and we could swap them out when they come in.

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Mine was over 40 (I’d need to chase down the yearbook to give a more exact figure) and Mr Frankenstein (that was and still is his nickname - after the monster, not the doc) managed to keep most of it roped up most of the time. I say “most of it” because a handful of us were pretty un-ropeable on our best day; we’re also the ones who’ve ended up with the closest things to high-flying careers, I guess the “won’t accept anything as True just because it comes from Authority” 'tude has something to do with it.

Mine was the first year he taught low grades, previously he’d taught High School. I understand he found me hilarious because I defied him in ways he expected from teenaged boys, not girls young enough for pigtails.

And since I’m here and speaking of this class, I’d like to anti-Pit my former classmate who’s now a 7th-8th grade teacher herself, and our former classmate who’s now working too-long hours in a high EU post and in his own amazed words “loving it, I must be a masochist and never knew”. IME having found myself in similar situations, it’s not the long hours that’s lovely, those are a pain - it’s seeing results: so I’m anti-Pitting him for being someone who gets Results in a very difficult job.

Oh, and the Good One at the local IRS; she’s the Good One because she’s the one the others ask when in doubt. My taxes for this year were complicated, so I was glad to get her because I knew it would go faster than with someone else. Both her and all her coworkers this year (one last year was a bitch) went fast, were nice to people, helped people navigate any red tape they needed to maze through and in general gave a wonderful name to government workers.

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I actually make it a point to write names down and ask for the manager. Many people are fast to complain, but forget to compliment.

I now anti pit the Jason, the teenager who saw me limpiing around and caried my stuff to my room. Ritzy hotel, kid with lots of piercings and ink, just came over and grabbed my stuff, saying “Yo, pretty mama, I’ll do this for you” When we got to the elevator, he told me his name while telling me that he does this sort of things to shock his parents.

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I think if you ask him how he can control 38 kids at once, he’ll say:
"Kids? They’re not kids, they’re Piskies. Lovely little Piskies. :stuck_out_tongue:

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I anti-pit the husband of my mom’s best friend who has, in the last couple of years, torn down the remnants of our snow-crushed carport, cleaned out our gutters and installed guards, replaced our laundry sink, and is going to replace our laundry room floor and the fixtures and floor in our powder room.

He’s not in business doing this, but he has all his own tools, cleans up after himself and knows what he’s doing. And he does it for a pittance of what we’d have to pay someone who had the overhead of an actual handyman business - and also because we’re friends.

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Sure. She’s often a somewhat grave and reserved dog, but she thrives on crowd energy. When I take her to events with lots of people and dogs she really opens up and vibrates with excitement. She gets a fair amount of attention (she’s not large, which may make her non-threatening, and I get a lot of compliments on her looks) and she will stand up and give kisses to anyone who bends over to greet her. The knot that forms around her usually draws over other interested people, so it’s kind of a feedback loop between any dog-loving people present and a very people-loving dog.

Edit: and to clarify, I’m not (just) bragging on her; I really do appreciate the people who don’t buy into the (recent) negative stereotypes. I say recent because in the past, pit bulls didn’t have this artificially-inflamed bad reputation. Elderly people I meet are never afraid of them.