One wealthy guy I cook for wanted his house built so that his bedroom was right above the cow barn, with a retractable spot in the floor so he could fall asleep listening to (and smelling, I presume) the cows.
Russian guy I sometimes work for, bought a nice house in a pretty nice area of the French Riviera (Mougins). He didn't even visit it before buying, and just judged he liked it on pictures. He paid 11 million euros for it.
But when he arrived, he though the view wasn't perfect because of another house that was on the way (to him...to me honestly it was barely there and didn't even mask the sea). So he sent his lawyer there to make an offer to the owners (4 million euros). But they declined...so he doubled the offer, and they declined again...So he doubled again, and this time they accepted to sell.
He had that house destroyed the very day he got the keys, and had an underground parking lot built instead, for the cars he "won't be using much here".
So basically the guy paid that distant house more than the one he's planning to spend his summers in, just to have it disappear because it kinda annoyed him. And when he told me the story, he was laughing the whole time.
Less vs. fewer. Less is for uncountable nouns: you have less time, less pain, less work to do. Fewer is for countable nouns: you have fewer apples, fewer cans of soup, fewer distractions. People usually use less when they should use fewer; it rarely happens the other way around. People will say "there are less cars on the road," but they probably won't say "there is fewer traffic." There is a related problem with much vs. many. To be fair, what is countable and uncountable can get complicated, and it's easy to make mistakes (I do it too). You can't have fewer money, you can only have fewer dollars and cents (money, amusingly, is uncountable). You can't have fewer pizza, but you can have fewer pizzas (pluralization of something uncountable makes it countable).
I used to work for a billionaire Russian family as a tutor for their daughter. One day we’re in her room studying and suddenly she yells “daddy’s home!” and runs to the window. She’d heard a helicopter and knew is was about to land on the lawn.
The phrase “I couldn’t care less”
Most Americans I’ve heard say, “I could care less”. Like cmon you’re using that all wrong!!
I used to petsit. I remember a rich person asking me to petsit their cat. There was a lot of TVs, in almost every room. The weirdest was the bathroom. Sorry, cat bathroom. There was a TV playing cat cartoons, an overly fancy litter box and paintings of cats.
My great uncle was VERY well off.
He did not have a guest house. It was a guest mansion. Separate from his mansion. In case his kids dropped by. This does not include the olympic sized indoor pool. That was a separate building.
He bought a cannon. He used it to shoot the mountain behind his house. He shot brand new special bowling balls out of it. They cost 100 bucks per ball.
I'm not sure of the actual size of the pool. But it was definitely bigger than most community pools. But if you want to see the cannon in action, Nitro Circus came by and shot a car with it in one of their episodes. I didn't expect this comment to explode so I didn't mention the human slingshot. There have been a few viral videos made about it.
Some extremely wealthy people I have been around have a more acute sense of their own time and mortality, leading to impatience. Like they understand how awesome their lives are and therefore how short they feel. I knew a guy whose vintage yacht broke down before summer so he bought another one strictly for that upcoming Summer. His reasoning was he likely had 20 full health summers left in his life and didn’t want to spend one of them without a boat considering he had the means to. Honestly can’t argue with that logic.
A woman who owned a small private jet business told me one time someone paid them to fly their dog (by itself) to NY for about $45,000 for some training. No other passengers.
Incredibly: should’ve. I’ve seen a ton of people write “should of” when they mean should’ve (as in should have) and in my opinion that’s worse than confusing “then/than”.
"This twelve-year-old from Ethiopia was on her way home and she was snatched up by four men. A week later, the group of men encountered these three lions and these lions chased the men off and kept the little girl. And they stayed with this little girl without harming her until the police found her."
Might not be “serial killer” creepy but a man once messaged me “$200.00” when I asked him what he meant he said that him and his friends were betting on how easily he could lay me and that he’d get $200.00 for getting me into bed (I’m a lesbian) He was as old if not older than my own father and I told him in the calmest way possible how gross it was, how ashamed he should be and told him I would be forwarding the screenshots to his daughter and family (I did)
I was very active in a subreddit devoted to supporting people dealing with a specific mental illness a while back. I was talking about some personal shit. Specifically, I was talking about how I was a victim of a violent crime in high school and about how it messed me up for so long but I think I was starting to get better. That there was hope for this person I was interacting with.
Someone later messaged me saying I deserved what happened to me and they’d gladly do the same to me based on my post history.
I deleted that account and got into therapy. That shit messed me up.
Last year I broke up with a guy I briefly dated. I got really bad stalker vibes from him so I cut him off completely - blocked him on my phone and every messenger I have and deleted my FB profile. A couple of weeks later I learned that he moved to my city which really freaked me out.
On my birthday in November I found a birthday card from him in my mailbox - no stamp so I know he's been to my house. It was really creepy but I didn't hear from him ever again after that. Until now.
Fast forward to this year November. Again, he threw a birthday card and a gift card into my mailbox - no stamp. I've moved TWICE since last year and yet he was able to locate me on my birthday, so I know he's still monitoring where I live. I am now absolutely convinced that he's nuts. In what world can he believe that I find this intrusive behaviour considerate or romantic?
"In 2011, a tsunami hit this area and 300ft on a hill sits this rock. This rock has been recorded to be sitting there for over a century and it warns: "do not build your house below this rock"."
I had posted some innocuous comment about a female comedian (whom I wasn't even particularly fond of!), to which some random man took massive offence. Continued to barrage me with the most vile comments (all women who are fat and want to be raped etc.) , I disengage and put my mobile away.
Not even ten minutes later he had gone back through all the pictures of the last five years, commenting and getting increasingly graphic with his threats.
Culminates in him sending me a message how he would prefer to "rape" my toddler daughter because her "cunt" would be "peachier".
Real kicker is that before I blocked him I took a look at his account - no sock puppet/troll, but a man with his smiling kids in his profile pic, employer and scenes of family life. He had no fear sending sexual threats to someone under his own name after one public comment.
I once had a 55 year old stalker. He came into my job everyday for a year before he introduced himself to me. Never said a word to me in person. But he wrote me a 5 page introduction letter. He wrote about how special I am and how my boyfriend doesn't deserve me, that I need a special kind of love. He wrote about how perfect he could be for me and he has what it takes to please me. He wrote about how our interests are similar and about how he can take care of me. He mentioned many things I have talked about with other customers while he must have been present in the store. He also left me presents. Two antique glass heart ornaments. He left the letter and presents on my car where I parked in the lot out back. It was creepy as hell because I was closing that night by myself and locked up and left by myself. And I didn't find this out until later, but he lived in the house that bordered the back lot. So he was probably watching me through the blinds (later realized he was watching me through his blinds for some time and he wouldn't stop) as I was reading the letter. I honestly thought it was some kind of joke! I thought it was from these boys in town just making fun of me. Anyway, the messages kept coming so eventually I had to contact the police. And it turns out it really was this 55 year old man with an unusual obsession against me so I did have to get a restraining order and he was no longer allowed to step foot in my job. Nor was I allowed to leave work alone. I was also 20 at the time. So creepy.
This happened when I was around 16 or 17. I was on a bus and in my school’s sport uniform. Then I got a text from an unsaved number asking “are you not cold in those thin clothes?” (It was a chill morning)
So looked around inside the bus immediately and got another text: “stop looking you’re not going to find me.”
Was playing some CS:GO. Teammate started out really nice at the start of the game. We started losing and he got really really toxic. I told him to calm down or something like that and he said “I will fucking kill you in real life.” After the game he sent me a friend request. I accepted expecting him to do some trash talking and call me shit. Instead he sent me my Address, My dad’s full name and my phone number. Being 16, I was terrified.
"In Florida, these nurses were hired for the same shift, the same hours, the same floor, and then soon realized they were sisters that were separated at birth in Korea 40 years ago."
"This is a relic that actually was made in the 1500s. It was made from a single piece of boxwood and it was so small that they had to use microscopes to look at the inner layers of the joints. And while they were microscanning, they found needles that were smaller than grass seeds."
"This was made by a sculptor named Michael Richards, and he focused all his art on planes. This was actually a sculpture of himself. And he died in 9/11 on the 92nd floor."
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