RM Court - AITA

[spike]

And I asked wether I’m not allowed to have an opinion just because it’s her brother’s place.

this is how you know they're an asshole.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

I want that 90 seconds of my life back

[spike]

can't believe it took you a minute and a half to read that trag post

[Higgs]

I ended up paying for neither of the aforementioned little league baseball things, never heard another word about it, and the guy who paid $2,000 for my timeshare at the auction later changed his mind and isn’t even going to use it so I retain the points for myself.

I did, however, pay for my raffle tickets at the auction

Oh and my team went 10-2 with +67 run differential.

Winning all around. NTA!

[wease]

The weirdest part about this person is that they can’t grant the standard “I’ll give them another shot in a few months.” “Never again” is pretty dramatic for this situation so yes they’re an asshole. But I’ve got no issue with them sharing a negative experience in company of the founder’s sibling.

Exactly. And she obviously ignores the fact that restaurants everywhere are still having staffing shortages. She couldn’t cut them some slack for being short-handed?

[JuanHamm]

The weirdest part about this person is that they can’t grant the standard “I’ll give them another shot in a few months.” “Never again” is pretty dramatic for this situation so yes they’re an asshole. But I’ve got no issue with them sharing a negative experience in company of the founder’s sibling.

Exactly. And she obviously ignores the fact that restaurants everywhere are still having staffing shortages. She couldn’t cut them some slack for being short-handed?

She did also say that the food was bad.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[JuanHamm]

The weirdest part about this person is that they can’t grant the standard “I’ll give them another shot in a few months.” “Never again” is pretty dramatic for this situation so yes they’re an asshole. But I’ve got no issue with them sharing a negative experience in company of the founder’s sibling.

Exactly. And she obviously ignores the fact that restaurants everywhere are still having staffing shortages. She couldn’t cut them some slack for being short-handed?

She did also say that the food was bad.

Sure, but give them a few months to work out some kinks

I would, but I wouldn't call someone that didn't an asshole.

[spike]

If it was just this asshole telling the sister of the owner that it was bad, that’s maybe more understandable. But in a group setting, it’s pretty insensitive.

[Peeps]

the person giving their opinion should have worded it a bit different. saying i understand that they just opened so I am going to hold my initial impression and give them another chance. to me that conveys it was a negative experience but not being too confrontational.

now if the sister presses and they say exactly what happened and how the felt then the sister would be the asshole for being upset. never ask a question you dont want to hear the answer of

[bart]

Beyond the fact that you are automatically an asshole if you shit talk a small business after one bad experience, this guy also brought the subject up himself!

[B]

Maybe this doesn't belong here, but I'm going to share it in the closest spot.

My friends own a bar on the ground floor of a big apartment building, and their software was working like shit. Their internet provider helped them run a check, and it turned out that on a day they were closed 300 devices were connected to their internet connection. Fuck near the whole building was using their wifi instead of getting their own.

They've started changing the password twice a week, once on Sunday night b/c they're closed on Monday and Tuesday, and once on Wednesday morning so that their customers can use it.

My favorite part of the story is that when they first changed it, a woman called from an apartment upstairs and asked them to give her the password b/c she got kicked off when it changed. She yelled at them when they refused to give the password over the phone.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tommy]

YTA

B or his friends?

[oasisfan35]

Maybe this doesn't belong here, but I'm going to share it in the closest spot.

My friends own a bar on the ground floor of a big apartment building, and their software was working like shit. Their internet provider helped them run a check, and it turned out that on a day they were closed 300 devices were connected to their internet connection. Fuck near the whole building was using their wifi instead of getting their own.

They've started changing the password twice a week, once on Sunday night b/c they're closed on Monday and Tuesday, and once on Wednesday morning so that their customers can use it.

My favorite part of the story is that when they first changed it, a woman called from an apartment upstairs and asked them to give her the password b/c she got kicked off when it changed. She yelled at them when they refused to give the password over the phone.

So they have no idea what they're doing?

edit: this was more a statement than a question.

[B]

Well, I don't know. They've got a solution.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

"Let's advertise a free wifi and NEVER TURN IT OFF, and then expect nobody to take advantage of it" - said nobody, ever

[Anders]

They can have two lines then. One open for customers, that could end up being fairly slow. And one for the staff and the bar to use.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

They can have two lines then. One open for customers, that could end up being fairly slow. And one for the staff and the bar to use.

Yeah just use QoS, on a decent router and Guest Wifi.