Not really sure where to post this but it’s kind of funny idk. She doesn’t want to go by grandma so she decided to go by kiki instead (I hate the term just accept you’re a grandma smh). She took my daughter for a day so she posted on the instagram notes section “kike and [daughters name] day”. When I saw that I was like ISNT THAT A SLUR. I showed my husband and I’m like isn’t that a slur??? He starts laughing and he’s like yeah and I ask him for what group of people and he’s like Jews. He told me that she was trynna spell kiki like Kiké Hernandez the baseball player since she’s a fan. I told him oh that makes sense but she’s a white lady no one will understand that. He told me to message his aunt (MIL sister) to have MIL delete it. This was at night and his aunt replied to me in the morning and I saw that she eventually deleted the note.

Hello Reddit. Apologies in advance for putting this here. Yes this is a bold statement for the title but i just have a feeling that he will not win this year. Even though Ford is coming back finding their ground again in the second half of the season, i do not think Joey Logano will be the 2026 Cup Championship (I planned making this in advance before Darlington yesterday but forgot about it)

So if he does end up winning the title this year, i will not touch this app for the rest of my life again. (Which is a good thing but if i need to ask questions if i can't do anywhere else i'm fried)

I've been thinking about this around April-May, maybe on the 23. I thought and said this to myself: "Joey Logano will not win the 2026 Championship." But if proven wrong, i will delete this account and never return to this platform again. But if it comes true on Even-Yeared-Logano, I will stay.

Also this is the first time i've been on Reddit so apologies again if i might be on the wrong subreddit to post this

For the past few weeks, packages had been disappearing from my front porch.

At first, I assumed the delivery drivers were leaving them at the wrong house. Then it happened again. And again.

One evening, I got a notification that an expensive package had been delivered. I checked the porch five minutes later.

Nothing.

I was getting frustrated, especially because I kept seeing my neighbor across the street outside whenever deliveries came.

So, naturally, I started suspecting him.

The next time I ordered something, I stayed home and watched from my window.

The delivery driver dropped the package on my porch and left.

About ten minutes later, my neighbor walked over.

I grabbed my phone, ready to record everything.

He picked up the package.

Then he walked straight to my front door and rang the bell.

I opened it, expecting an explanation.

He looked embarrassed and said, "I think someone has been taking your packages."

Apparently, he'd noticed a guy coming through our street late at night and taking things from several porches. My neighbor had found one of my previous packages abandoned behind his trash cans and had been trying to figure out whose it was.

He hadn't stolen anything.

He had actually been keeping an eye on my house because he knew I wasn't home much.

I felt like an absolute idiot.

We ended up talking for almost an hour, and he showed me footage from his doorbell camera. Sure enough, there was the same guy taking packages from different houses.

I reported it, and a few days later the police caught him.

The worst part?

My neighbor still jokes about the fact that I apparently spent two weeks thinking he was a porch pirate when he was actually the one protecting my stuff.

I brought him a six-pack as an apology.

He laughed and said, "Next time, just ask before you accuse me."

There's this convenience store that I've been going to for years. It's literally only a short walk from my apartment. 99% of the time I do in fact walk there just because it's so convenient to. Well, this time I decided, without really thinking about it, to drive my car there instead so I can pick up some beef jerky and a Ghost.

And then I walked home, like I do 99% of the time.

Later, when I wanted to get McDonalds, I panicked when I saw my car wasn't there, so I called the police, told them what happened, and ended up pacing back and forth in front of my apartment building for like 30 minutes, only for them to politely inform me that they found my car at the convenience store...

So, yeah....If you're ever feeling dumb, read this post to feel better about yourself. Not my finest moment.

A few months ago, I was sitting on a bus after work. I was tired and just wanted to get home.

An old man got on the bus and sat near me. He had old clothes and a small bag in his hand. He looked tired too.

A few minutes later, he started looking around the bus. Then he asked me, "Excuse me, do you know where this bus goes?"

I gave him a short answer and went back to my phone.

He asked me again because he could not hear me well.

I got a little annoyed and said, "I already told you. You need to get off at the next stop."

He looked at me and said, "Thank you. My wife is in the hospital nearby. I have not used a bus in many years."

I felt bad right away.

We talked for a few minutes. He told me his wife had been sick for some time. He was going to see her before visiting hours ended.

When we reached the next stop, I got off with him and showed him where the hospital was.

Before we left, he shook my hand and said, "Thank you for helping an old man."

I wanted to tell him that I was sorry for being rude at first, but I could not find the right words.

That small moment stayed with me.

We never know what someone is going through. A person may look tired, slow, angry, or strange, but there may be a reason behind it.

Since that day, I try to be a little more kind before I judge someone.

If it really were the case that you are forbidden from complaining for as long as someone else has it worse, that would mean that only the most miserable person on earth is ever allowed to complain ever. Therefore, the fact that the whole oppression Olympics nonsense has been used by more than one person proves that this line of reasoning is not honest. Those who use this line of reasoning do so, only because they are professional victims and not because they actually believe that suffering only counts against all other suffering. 

Advice for people who are guilty of this pet peeve: 

Ask yourself this one question. Do you want to complain about this bigger issue? 

If so, then do that. Air your grievance, so that you and the other person can be miserable together. Misery loves company. 

Suppose that someone is complaining about a migraine and you recently passed a kidney stone. Now imagine that you would like to complain about the kidney stone. Say the following; 

While we are complaining about aches, pains and physical ailments, you wanna hear about my kidney stone? 

If, however, you do not feel like complaining and you also do not want the other person to complain, then just say that you are not in the mood to have this conversation. You do not need to make it into a contest. 

Let’s look at the aforementioned example where the other person is bemoaning a migraine. Now imagine that you would rather not hear complaints of a migraine. Say the following verbatim. 

If you do not mind, I would rather not hear complaints regarding migraines. If you would like to talk about something else, come up with one, tell me what that topic is and then I will decide if I feel like discussing that. 

If you utter the above paragraph to someone who just squawked about a migraine, they will probably ask you why you do not want to hear about it. This is when you should reply by saying the following verbatim; 

To be honest, I do not know what the reason is. I feel discontent when hearing about migraines and I do not know why. 

Advice for people who are victims of this pet peeve: 

Reply by saying; What? It is not a contest. 

That conversation would probably go like this. 

You: It is so hot. 

Other person: You are such a wimp. 

You: What did you say? 

Other person: You are complaining because it is hot? 

You: Yeah, it is over 80 degrees outside. 

Other person: You have no idea what true heat actually is. I grew up in Texas. If you had to deal with Texas heat, this would seem like paradise to you. 

You: Two things. One, if you disagree with something that I said or did, you can just say that, you do not need to engage in childish name calling. Two, it is not a contest. You have experienced hotter temperatures than this. So what? 

Other person: I have experienced temperatures that would make this seem like paradise, so I do not want to hear your complaining. 

You: But you just complained about how unbearable the heat in Texas was. How come you get to complain and I do not? 

Other person: Because I have it worse. 

You: How many times do I have to explain this? It is not a contest. 

Other person: I did not say that it was. 

You: You did not say it, but you would have to assume that to be true in order for your logic to make sense. You feel that I should not be allowed to complain because you have experienced something worse than this. There exist people in this world who have it worse than both of us combined. If I do not get to complain, because someone else has it worse, then you should be forbidden from complaining for the same reason.  

Other person: All those people who have it worse than me are not here. I, the person who has it worse than you, is here and does not want to hear your belly aching. 

You: You are saying that you should keep all your complaints to yourself if someone, who has it worse than you, is in the room? You admit that you get to complain even if someone somewhere on earth has it worse, it is only if the person, who has it worse than you, is in hearing distance, that you need to keep your complaints to yourself? That is what you are saying? 

Other person: Yes. 

You; There are two big problems with your line of reasoning. 

First and foremost, you expect me, before complaining, to make sure no one in hearing distance has it worse than me. How am I supposed to know if anyone around me has it worse than I do? Am I supposed to go around informing each person what you would like to complain about and asking them if they have it worse than me so I know if complaining is allowed? Oh wait, that requires me to voice my grievances. 

Second, who is to say if one problem is worse than the other? Imagine one person is grieving over their father’s death while another person is grieving over their father abandoning them. Some people would consider the parental death to be worse because the absentee father might come back, whereas death is final. Others would consider abandonment to be worse, because parental death leaves you with warm memories of your dead parent, while abandonment leaves you with understandable resentment.

That is a scripted conversation where a narcissist makes a fallacious appeal to worse problem and a victim of that appeal to worse problems uses the defense mechanisms that I recommend.

What do you think? Do you also find it irritating when people make fallacious appeals to worse problems? Do you agree with the suggestion on how to deal with the problem? Let me know.

Okay so I never really had my own Pc so I didn't know what the picture was that I sent because I never grew up around it so I thought all pcs still had the Disk reader thats what my friend said it was that I was talking about.

I kinda feel like someone's Grandma...The pc i remember being around was at home and it had a Disk reader.

I was pretty tired after work yesterday and got on the wrong bus without realizing it. I had my headphones in and only noticed when I looked up about 20 minutes later and didn’t recognize a single street. I got off and checked maps, and the next bus back wasn’t coming for almost 40 minutes. There was a little park across the street, so I figured I’d just sit there and wait. There was a guy playing guitar, a bunch of people walking their dogs, and this older couple sharing what looked like an enormous bag of fries. I ended up getting some food from a place nearby and just sitting there for a while doing absolutely nothing. No scrolling, no rushing home, nowhere I needed to be. I caught the bus back and realized I’d enjoyed those 40 minutes more than most of the evenings I actually plan.