Like that? Well, many have already addressed the seeming overreaction to the tattered flag, so…
That’s my brother and his wife, out with us and the rest of the family (my other siblings and parents, and our kids) at a restaurant. Brother and Wife started having a disagreement that escalated into a louder argument. Each side got louder, neither backed down, even with us speaking out in lowered, embarrassed voices, they kept at it. There was no interrupting the dynamic there.
That’s what the supermarket clerk told me about the hot chickens she was dumping. She said they donate left-over food for the homeless, but they can’t do it with hot or refrigerated foods, because they have to be kept hot or cold until served. So the homeless charitable organization that drives around trucks to pick up the stuff would have to be heated or refrigerated [ETA: *], and then the organization would have to keep it hot or cold (or the supermarket would have to, if they kept around until the next day), and nobody wants to deal with that.
And then, one evil day, some homeless person got salmonella, allegedly from a donated hot chicken or something, and the lawyers pounced, so now the homeless people can eat grass or something while all the supermarkets toss a dozen hot chickens every evening.
There’s still some crime against humanity going down there, not to mention the crime against all those chickens who died in vain.
ETA: I mean, the trucks have to have heat or refrigeration, of course.
In Rocky’s defense, you can hit a toddler as hard as you fucking want with bread, and the damage is gonna be minimal. Toddlers gotta manup at some point, mightas well be over bread than bricks, capische?
I haven’t read the whole thread so this may have already been mentioned, but I find the Jodi Arias trial to be one of the most disgraceful things to ever come down the pike. She admittedly stabbed her ex-boyfriend 29 times, slit his throat from ear to ear, then shot him in the head for good measure. Despite overwhelming evidence that this was a pretty evil, premeditated (oh, and accidentally photographed) crime, she is claiming self defense and is being allowed to label him a batterer, pedophile and drag his entire reputation through the mud based solely on her lies and not one shred of legitimate evidence. His family has to sit in court - 32 days now- knowing their brother was slaughtered by this crazy stalker and listen to just day after day of what a trial turns into when someone is evil enough to concoct her type of defense. It’s disgraceful.
The first time I went to Walmart. A woman got those fake dracula teeth out of one of the vending machines in the lobby. She put them in her mouth and chased her toddler through the parking lot as he screamed “NO MOMMY! NOOOOO!”. Tears were streaming down his eyes as he crawled under a (luckily empty) car. She then knelt down next to the car and snarled to make him scream one more time as she grabbed him and pulled out from underneath.
I particularly hate food waste, especially when it could be eaten by people who would rather have dumpster chicken than no chicken. It bothers me to think of how much food is thrown out from restaurants and grocery stores, and ruining the food on purpose is just wrong.
That’s pretty disgusting. Though depending on the age of the kid, possibly understandable (better a trashcan anyway than on the sidewalk if the kid can’t hold it anyway).
As far as disgraceful, seeing an adult in a grocery store mock their little kid who was clearly upset and crying.
Back when I took a food microbiology class, we visited a frozen food factory. Whenever they had a batch that either failed some quality inspection test or had been simply sitting around too long and was too close to the expiration date, they shipped it to the landfill. Someone has to go along and photograph the food actively being buried by a bulldozer under piles of trash. This is in case someone goes to the dump, finds their food, eats it, and then sues the company for making them sick.
Slight tangent: I have a book titled The Ticket Book, a question-and-answer volume that gives advice on how to deal with traffic tickets. It was written by a former policeman who includes the line, “Once I stopped a motorist at 3 a.m. to cite him for bald tires, and wound up arresting him for muder after locating a body in the trunk.” :eek:
A certain neighbor who would leave his poor dog outside in below zero degree weather. My parents called the Humane Society about him but legally they couldn’t do anything because the dog has a flimsy shed that qualifies as “shelter” and a water bowl full of ice (water).
My mom finally confronted the neighbor. My mom kindly but firmly told him that his dog shouldn’t be outside alone all day in bad weather. The neighbor’s response? “Well, he’s an outdoor dog.”
My mom snapped. “No dog is an outdoor dog in this weather.”
My parents had moved recently, but last they heard, that dog spends most of his days out in the backyard by himself.
Once, at work, I saw a drunk, underaged girl sit down on a mound of snow, pissing through her clothes.
Another time a german guy mistook the urinal for a shower. It felt mostly embarrasing, walking in on a naked, soaped-in german man crouching in the pisser, but it was also quite tasteless.
