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Mobile App Poll: Single App or Separate Apps?

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We’ve heard from several readers about their preferences for a mobile app, so we’d like to put this up for a vote:

Which do you prefer: a single mobile app that combines all sites (One Not Always app), or separate mobile apps for each site (Seven apps: Not Always Right, Not Always Working, etc.)?

Do you prefer a single mobile app or separate mobile apps?

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Size ‘L’ For Lazy

| The Netherlands | Bad Behavior

(During my studies, I work part time at a high-end clothing store. One of my tasks is to fold clothes in the women’s department. I’ve just folded a high pile of baby-pink polo shirts, when a woman comes up and starts pulling on the bottom of the pile.)

Me: “Can I help you?”

Woman: “I need this in size L.” *pulls random polos from the pile*

Me: *grabs polo* “Here you go, an L.”

(The woman heads for the fitting room, and just as I have reshaped the pile to something neat, she returns and throws her crumpled polo shirt on top of it.)

Woman: “Aaah, no. You know? Pink just isn’t my colour. Now, fold.

(She waves her hand at me to make me work.)

Me: “…”

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Oil Try Again Somewhere Else

| San Antonio, TX, USA | Liars & Scammers, Popular, Transportation

(I’m selling my car to raise money for a move to Japan in 2011. I’ve found a prospective buyer and let her have a test drive. We’re getting to the time to change out money and car and she brings her husband who takes his time to go around the car.)

Husband: “We can’t pay your asking price for this.”

Me: “Why not?”

Husband: “It’s leaking oil, see?”

(Points under the car to where a small amount of liquid has discolored the pavement.)

Husband: “It’ll cost is too much to keep it running.”

Me: “That’s funny. It doesn’t use that much oil.”

Husband: “Well, we’ll still have to ask you to drop the price to [amount way lower than what will get me the money I need for the move].”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to go that low. I wouldn’t have enough money to get to my new job.”

Husband: “Well, the highest I can go would be [price that is still way too low].”

Me: “No. I think I’ll have call this off and find someone else, then.”

Husband: “Are you sure? You’re not going get it sold to anyone with that leak.”

Me: “Yeah, I think so. Sorry for wasting your time.”

(Husband and Wife look bewildered that I’m not willing to haggle but leave anyway. I take my car back to my parents’ home where I’m staying before heading to Japan.)

Father: “They were trying to scam you.”

Me: “It kinda felt like that, but how can you know?”

Father: “There’s no oil stains on our driveway. If you were leaking oil there’d be at least one.”

(I later had my mechanics look for leaks and they found none, saying the only liquid was coming from condensation. I took the car to a used car place and got about 90% of my asking price… more than double the best price the husband offered me. The used car place’s damage report only found cosmetic damage and found the engine and car itself to be in excellent condition. I am still in Japan.)