Oh my god. My friends and I were doing a road trip around the US when we got lost somewhere crossing the border into southern California. We took some weird back road into the woods looking for a campsite that was on Google (we were roughing it as much as possible to be cheap), but it became super apparent that we took the wrong turn somewhere and we went deeper and deeper into the woods. It started to get dark and at this point my ex and I were like, “Let’s just go to a hotel, it’s already too dark to camp.” My friend, the driver, was convinced we were almost there and the campsites were just around the next corner and wanted to save the money.

At some point, we saw this tree across the road and the only way to keep going forward was into what looked like just a clearing where some rusted out cars were. Immediately my ex and I felt this overwhelming, hair-raising “it’s time to go” vibe and we started telling him to turn around. My friend pulled into the clearing saying something like, “No, this might be it, there’s cars parked here”. We pull into the lot and kinda do a loop, just to put the headlights on the surroundings and see what’s all there. Like I said, it’s an island of gravel, short, dry grass, and some rusted out cars in the middle of dense, mountainous forest.

My friend is juuuuuuust about to park and gloat about ‘finding the campsite’ when some feral looking dude comes barreling out of the woods like a cryptid, sprinting at the back of the car. My ex and I start screaming like loons as this dude closes the gap and my friend punches it and starts driving back down the road we came in on. The dude just stood in the road behind us with something metal (I think a pipe) and watched us go in a cloud of dust and taillights.

Absolutely HORRIFYING experience and we still have no idea what the fuck the situation was there.

I would rather fit my entire mouse keyboard into my pee hole than use whatever nightmare OS is built on Edge browser.

Easy, I’ve seen this before.

Fuck, but isn’t it? Recently I had to book a plane ticket for my cat and I. I looked up the vaccines she needs, the timeline to get everything, checked both of the airlines and planes could accommodate us, then booked the tickets. I moved on to take care of other pre-international move tasks, but got this sinking suspicion that something was wrong. So I called up the airlines to reserve a spot for my cat like a month out.

At first, both airlines said my ticket was screwed up and could not allow pets. Then one airline said it was the other’s fault and that I shouldn’t stop calling them to get an answer. Finally, someone escalated the issue after days of back and forth and said to check back in on Friday. I call back, there is no note in my profile, the woman at the desk has no idea what issue I’m having, and she repeats the advice to just keep calling the other airline. I explain the situation calmly and clearly, but detail how I’ve now been on hold between the airlines for a cumulative 2.5 hours across 10 days of trying to figure this out. She asks me to hold. I wait. She comes back and explains that the airplanes both would accept pets, but not that specific airport/plane combination and that I need to book another ticket. Except, now that it’s been nearly two weeks, costs have gone up and I’ll need to pay another €400. All of my safety moving money just… poof. Nothing I can do about it. Customer service doesn’t care. Complaint line doesn’t care. Welcome to being an adult, fuck you.