Ask RM a Question

[dad]

how long did you maintain eye contact?

[tree_]

oh i didn't.. just assumed it would be really awkward if it ever happened to anyone

[Chris_H_2]

Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

[spike]

His life is objectively harder than yours. Spike nailed it. You're all morons and I am embarrassed to post here.

Dude maybe saves a few minutes picking up his daughter. Will probably come in handy when it takes him three times as long to get out of the car and into the house when he gets home, etc. No problem with this.

[spike]

We resolved this in page 87. Find something else to be Karens about

I'm not against it you orangutan. I'm just interested in peeps'opinion.

lol @ orangutan tho.

I misunderstood what Jorge was saying. Sorry Jorge.

I do not forgive you

classic orangutan

[dad]

His life is objectively harder than yours. Spike nailed it. You're all morons and I am embarrassed to post here.

Dude maybe saves a few minutes picking up his daughter. Will probably come in handy when it takes him three times as long to get out of the car and into the house when he gets home, etc. No problem with this.

i just hope his daughter appreciates the sacrifice he's making for her.

[spike]

Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

[spike]

Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

Haha, why are you looking around tree?

[tree_]

Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

Haha, why are you looking around tree?

I’ve said too much

[Bammer]

Just catching up on all that. Chris, come on man. This is why I hate lawyers.

Also,

I don’t think you guys are accounting for the supply/demand reality of disabled pooping stalls.

Also,

I park in the curbside pickup spots all the time. Sue me.

[BurtReynolds]

Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

There should also be special, extra wide spaces for people who own sports cars.

[dad]

Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

There should also be special, extra wide spaces for people who own sports cars.

You could always be that sports car owner who parks diagonally in two spaces, should the opportunity present itself.

[wease]

Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

There should also be special, extra wide spaces for people who own sports cars.

You could always be that sports car owner who parks diagonally in two spaces, should the opportunity present itself.

You really think he’s NOT one of those people?

[BurtReynolds]

If it didn't invite attacks from the resentful masses, I would be.

[dad]

Look at you…following the unwritten rules of society like a good boy.

[BurtReynolds]

Biding my time

[E.H. Ruddock]

When i was in college we went to a concert and afterwards, my drunk buddy pissed in the front seat of a convertible sports car because it was parked diagonally and We had to walk extra far to an auxiliary parking lot due to lack of spaces

[Jorge]

Back in 2016, I attended a show by one of my favorite local musicians. The show had special significance for me (mostly related to personal circumstances surrounding the event), so I got my hands on a flyer for the event and had it framed. It hangs in my living room. The image prominently features this musician, whom I've been a fan of for a long time. Over the last year, I've had the pleasure of becoming friends with this musician, and we've hung out socially several times. I've even been to her house on more than one occasion.

She's about to attend a get-together at my apartment next week, her first time visiting my place. Should I remove the poster and replace it with something else? She knows I'm a fan (it's how we met), but I don't know if she'll be weirded out or uncomfortable by seeing a picture of herself hanging in my living room. I've asked several people and gotten mixed responses, so I turn to you, RM.

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

That's a tough one. I don't think your being that big of a fan would weird her out. I'm sure she'd be flattered to know that. But what if she thinks you put it up especially once you knew she was attending your gathering? Now that would be weird!

Maybe swap it out.