I have a upcoming trip to Italy, but the package is nonrefundable and Costco isn’t being terribly helpful. I took stock of my risk factors, bought some travel insurance in case, and have plans if friends/workplace would like me to self-quarantine upon returning. I will be mindful of things and take all the…

No one cares enough to tell him when he has toilet paper stuck on his shoe.

On the topic of exchanging money, do NOT ever use an ATM in an airport or a money exchange in the airport—they will gouge you up the wazoo. The ATM was an unexpected enraging moment, because I even carefully read the fine print on the conversion, fees to be charged, and so on—only to find that they tacked on the same…

I would be much happier if Amazon USA made the labels on their bubble wrap mailers easy to remove, like Amazon Japan.  The plastic bubble mailers are recyclable, but demand you remove the paper label.  In Japan, it is an easy-to-remove sticker that comes off cleanly.  In the USA, it is practically an eggshell paper…

Munich has the perfect setup for these. Roads are for cars, but the sidewalks are very wide—and marked for a pedestrian lane and a lane for bicycles. I imagine these scooters would fit right into the bike lane (each lane was usually wide enough for two bikes/walkers side-by-side).

I have used either one, based on what is available. I consider cloth to be okay because it is just wiping up water, and can be washed.  Tissue is also acceptable, because only a little bit is needed to dry off.

I am counting weeks until I leave my workplace for a different pasture. After several years of cleaning the fridges on a monthly (and voluntary) basis, I stopped two months ago because I have simply become exhausted with the place.

I woke up to one crawling away from me in a hotel bed, smacked it with my iphone, then mentally woke up and realized what was likely trapped under my phone. I caught it in a jar and presented it to the front desk, but I spent the next couple weeks twitching and waking up and checking under the covers at night.

On my vacation in Venice a few months ago, a large lizard found its way into my shower through the pipes. I chased it, promised to help if it would trust me, scooped it into a cup, and walked around outside until a hotel employee saw me. I told her what I was holding in the cup, but still spooked her when I revealed…

My biological grandad is a misogynistic a-hole, and I stopped talking to him years ago because all he wants out of me is another grandchild to add to his progeny. My Dad used to corner and force me to talk to him on the phone whenever I visited home for the holidays. Multiple attempts over the years to not get pushed…

Dogs. Dogs get brushed/groomed/trimmed on a regular basis because dog hair will find itself into every nook, cranny, and surface in my house. If I let it get out of hand, I will be picking floating dog hairs out of my eyeballs and from my mouth/nose.

I had my own epiphany when I started traveling more. Dragging around two large suitcases was a royal pain in the butt, especially when I realized that most of the stuff accompanied me because I just felt like I needed it, or might need it. (...and then the airlines were charging an arm and a leg)

Agreed—a huge point of contention between me and my former basement-dwelling brother was that he had so much stuff that I told him, “if something happens and the basement leaks, I am NOT going to be able to tell!”

My family moved to Mississippi when I was about 13 or so, and my ONLY goal was to GTFO ASAP. I had no “dream school,” I just had to get out of MS—and my parents sat back, were mildly annoyed when I kept telling them to drive me to appointments, and fretted when they finally realized that literally anything was on the…

As a former Mississippian, I figured that the original line was accurate. Those religious jackwagons will defend the heck out of a fetus, but as soon as it is born, to hell with it. F*** healthcare for it or the mother, f*** protecting them from creepers and pedos, f*** educating them well, then f*** and impregnate…

I prefer to call them “alien parasites.” Upon birth, they are elevated to “crotchfruit.” They maintain crotchfruit status until I upgrade them to “brat” or “kid,” if I actually find them endearing or likeable. The highest compliment is when I refer to a kid by their name, because I finally bothered to attach the name…

My family moved to MS and retired there. Even as a naive, ignorant teen, my ONLY thought was GTFO ASAP. At 17, I left for a military service academy, and FOUGHT to catch up with the curriculum because even AP classes in MS were a joke. In a cruel twist of fate, the military sent me BACK to MS and wouldn’t even let me…

I had to wait until a dry winter to start using dry shampoo every other day and get my fine, oily hair acclimated to washing every 2-3 days. I’ll be honest, it sucked at first, but was well worth it after a couple months.

For what it is worth, if 5'3" me ever sits next to you on a flight, I usually offer to let you stow your bag under the seat in front of me or manspread as needed. I genuinely feel bad for tall people on planes and know that is one of the few situations where being short is a gift.

I solve this by taking fiber supplements daily, a probiotic every couple days, and I buy enough produce at a local store for a daily apple/orange (since I am usually buying a large bottle or two of water anyways).