My wife use to drive special needs school buses and I worked for many years in group homes, and generally for young children and people with special needs anybody transporting them has to follow certain procedures depending on the age or ability of the person being transported.

Had a similar incident many years ago, driving with some friends and holy shit there’s a 3 year old in the middle of the road. (quiet side street thankfully) We stopped in one direction and a couple with their kids stopped in the other and we’re all looking around and discussing what to do when the child’s mother came…

When I was growing up we had a small farm and the older local vet was like that. He actually hired a younger vet to help him because the younger vet was willing to do small animal work (cats and dogs as opposed to livestock) and actually had a bedside manner. One comment from another farmer that I heard was that the…

My mother-in-law is an at-home euthanasia vet in CA and gets a lot of satisfaction out of being able to make an incredibly hard time a little easier for people.

I feel bad in general about the way human beings get into completely fucked up situations and states of mental health and prove unable to find help or extract themselves, and I feel bad when said situations end in tears.

I try not to interrupt the movie, but apparently my wife can read my body language well enough that she’ll hit pause and ask “OK, what did they do wrong?”

He just wants to be a part of something OK? Feel young again, hang with the cool kids for once. Leave the poor old car alone.

He was not the sharpest dodgeball in the gymnasium, no.

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At the library I’ve repeatedly had to explain to patrons that email addresses like “420+69foreal-foevar” might not be the optimal choice if you plan to ever send out a resume via email.

When I was growing up we had 50 acres with some good pasture. Had some cows and sheep and so on. The original farmhouse on the property was in a grove of trees in one of the pastures and tbh it was a ruin, but we had it fenced off so the animals couldn’t fall into the basement and were content to let it be, until one…

I distinctly remember watching a news show back in the early 80s where they showed a “shoot-don’t shoot” training video that a major police department used. One of the scenarios was almost literally what the op described. You’re investigating a report of a suspicious guy wandering around on an apartment rooftop. When…

Look, if you have a better way to keep busy while waiting for granpa’s sloppy seconds on the family goat, I’d like to hear it.

My favorite one tells you everything you need to know about my uncle as a gearhead. My older relatives were all attending a funeral for somebody on my aunt’s side of the family, and after the viewing as everyone is leaving my grandmother discovers that the parking brake on their old Cadillac wouldn’t disengage. They…

Or the internet equivalent, hang him high on every review site his business is on.

You realize that it’s only a matter of time before we get a story about a guy getting crushed by a falling rack of hard drives full of porn?

Or the woman in MI who was dead in her garage for almost 6 years before somebody found her.

As someone who suffers from it I can verify that PTSD will fuck you up in a lot of ways, including causing you think that going after someone with a hammer because of some slight is a viable option.

He looks like the kind of guy you expect to see in a history book wearing general’s uniform in an old black and white photo taken during WW 1, with the accompanying text explaining how he sent some absurd number of soldiers to die in human wave attacks during the course of a single battle.