Bored Panda

Not reading books. Actually boasting about it. Edit: So far, the most tragic comments have been those defending TV watching as "taking just as much effort as reading".

Not Changing A Diaper

My dad, a father of 7, brags that he's never changed a diaper. Like, congratulations on being no help?

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Man Suspects That He Is The Only Person Living In His Apartment, Investigates And Shares Proof On TikTok

I'm curious as to why this guy didn't just go knocking on the doors at 6 or 7pm, where the menus were still up after three/four days. Sure you might get just as many nonresponses as doing nothing, but if someone answered or at least spoke from inside, just say "Hey I'm your neighbor just wanted to say Hi." or even be honest w/ "Hey just wanted to make sure everything is okay, you've had a menu on your door for three days", yeah he might look a little crazy but it might answer some questions. Also 12 o'clock on a Wednesday, is that noon or midnight ? I'm guessing midnight since few cars at noon would be very expected.

“Why I’m Never Using Airbnb Ever Again”: TikToker Goes Viral After Explaining How The Company Ruined Her Trip To France

I thought the same thing. She acted as if there was literally no door at all when it was a minor fix. I would have probably used chairs for the night and get a bike lock the next day and then ask for a reimbursement on that. She made a mountain out of an anthill

Man Suspects That He Is The Only Person Living In His Apartment, Investigates And Shares Proof On TikTok

“Why I’m Never Using Airbnb Ever Again”: TikToker Goes Viral After Explaining How The Company Ruined Her Trip To France

My god what a pain in the a*s these people muste be. 2nd floor, in Nice, in a complex with a pool facing the sea. you are f*****g safe. wondering the street in the south of France in the summer, in a city like Nice is safe. Also, i really doubt that there's no outdoor blinds that can be shut. It's south of France, every building has blinds. open the windows and shut the blinds. Morrons. Or block the door with a stick or a chair. there were like a million solution but no. they decide to bother every person they could for a F** door that dosen't shut. and she's surprised nobody gives a s**t about her virtual fear.

27 Times People Encountered Celebrities But Found The Interaction Strange, As Shared On Twitter

You guys. This isn't a sad story. Robin Wright is Jewish. Not everyone celebrates Christmas. 🤦‍♀️

“Why I’m Never Using Airbnb Ever Again”: TikToker Goes Viral After Explaining How The Company Ruined Her Trip To France

Personally, I would have gone out and purchased something- a bicycle chain and a screwdriver- and effing well made the doors secure. THEN I would have got on to management and tore them a new one. I would not have given up my ideal accommodation just because of that. The chances of someone entering uninvited are so slim - I would have risked it. Ps. I live in France half the year and rarely lock my car or doors. Only if I'm out for the day.

Pickled Eggs

Pickled eggs, pickled pigs feet, etc. Can't do it nope.

Nutella

Truffle Oil

Truffle oil

Starbucks

Very Spicy Chili

I don't get the appeal of chili that is made to be as hot and spicy as humanly possible, to the point that it hurts to eat it. "I make my chili with the five hottest peppers known to man and a dash of snake venom to kick it up a notch" Why? That, and tofu.

A Wallet With Four $20 Bills, Total Of $80

Didn’t work there, but was about 5yo and my mom brought me and my siblings with her to Goodwill. She raised us alone, didn’t have a lot of money. This was essentially a school clothes trip. She was just trying to get IN and get OUT, we had strict rules NOT to ask for a toy or frankly just don’t ask for ANYTHING. This is a necessity trip *ONLY*. Naturally that lasted long enough for us to walk through the automatic doors. My brother went one way, my sister another, and I headed straight for an enormous basket of wallets. I had made up my mind that I needed a wallet and the only place I could beg with any hope to get one was second hand. I picked up one, didn’t like the pockets. Picked up another, wasn’t a fan of zippers. I HATED the sound of Velcro so that eliminated many options in the basket. Eventually I brought my carefully scrutinized selection to mom, who was already overwhelmed by my sibilings’ finds that she only told me no a few times before she relented. It cost her $2. We loaded our sacks of clothes (and my precious new wallet) into our van and started for home. I remember going through all of the pockets like I was performing a dissection, picturing what I could put here and what was supposed to go there. At some point, I found a slot that was inside of a pocket that was “stiff,” as if it was never used often. I poked at it enough to separate the fabric, and found a bill inside, intricately folded into a tiny square. Before I even realized exactly what it was, I had ripped it out and held it out over the middle seat in the van, waving frantically and practically bouncing in my seat. “Mom! Look! My wallet has money!” It was four $20 bills, total of $80. I’ll never forget the stunned yell and absolutely magical, gleeful laugh my mom let out. My siblings and I joined in, and we didn’t stop smiling and talking about it the whole way home. That $80 wasn’t much at all, but it was everything for us on that day. Mom let me keep a $20. I couldn’t even tell you what I spent it on. But I still remember how that wallet smelled.

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