Saved One Of His Nine Lives

, , , , | Hopeless | November 26, 2017

A lovely cat who found me at work came right into my busy, noisy warehouse looking for me — big trucks and vans constantly in and out, three forklifts, 15 men (and me) with noisy, loaded pallet trucks moving around in every direction! He had no fear, and just wanted the hugs and cuddles I had on offer.

He also had a huge, nasty abscess on his face. So, I came in one day prepared to crate him up and take him to the vet ASAP. He had to spend six unhappy hours in the carrier until I got off work and drove to the doctor’s office — but he was good.

It took a week of healing before they felt he was strong enough to be neutered, but that was done, too.

I couldn’t bring him home.

Last Saturday — the only time I could go see him, as office hours and my work hours do not align during the week — we took a score of videos. I picked the best one, made it public, and tried to find him a home as an indoor cat only, away from cars and danger, as he had no fear of anything.

For two weeks he was in kitty jail — on my dime — and I was losing hope, but yesterday a friend took her two kids to see him. And today? They took him home!

I am a cat person and I think this guy knew right away that I was his hope for a warm, safe, happy life, one way or another. I am so happy that he was saved as he has so much love to give! Never give up hope, and remember always that the Internet is a wonderful tool that can help save lives.

This Security Has No Insecurities

, , , , | Friendly | November 13, 2017

(My friend just had her baby in America, and I live in Ireland. I am going through the airport. I get to the metal detectors and am stopped by security.)

Security Guard: “And what is the nature of your visit?”


(This is a very large, buff security guard.)

Security Guard: *squealing* “OH, MY GOD!”

(We both started dancing, and once I got through, he just went back to normal. I’m not sure if he was joking around or just really excited, but he made my day!)

That’s A Foreign Concept To Me

, , , , | Working | November 8, 2017

(I am part of a group of Belgian university students on a weekend trip to Dublin. We are aged between 18 and 25. One evening we’re on our way back to our hostel when we stop at a nearby supermarket to buy some snacks and drinks. The store only has self check-out computers and no regular registers. In Belgium, it’s quite unusual to get asked to show an ID when buying alcohol, so we don’t realise that our drinks don’t scan properly. An employee notices and comes up to us.)

Employee: “Can you show me an ID, please? The computer won’t allow you to scan alcohol without your age being checked first.”

(All of us start searching our wallets for ID cards. One of us hands over hers and the employee takes it to his computer. A minute later he returns.)

Employee: “I’m afraid I can’t accept your ID. You won’t be able to buy any alcohol here.”

Student: “But I’m twenty-five!”

Employee: “I know, but our computer only recognises Irish and British IDs. We are not allowed to accept any others.”

Student: “So, you can’t sell alcohol to tourists?”

Employee: “Not unless they hold an Irish or British ID.”

(We pay for the snacks and go searching for a store that will sell us alcohol, which we find quite easily. The employee in this story was very correct, and I understand that policies are in place to prevent under-aged people from buying alcohol. To me, a policy banning foreigners from buying as well seems to go a bit far, though.)

Unfiltered Story #99192

, | Unfiltered | November 1, 2017

(My adult teeth are way too big for the size of my jaw, so even before I lost all my baby teeth we all knew I’d need braces. I was brought to a private orthodontic surgery since I didn’t qualify for free/public health braces like my brother. I’d had one preliminary appointment to assess my teeth, take X-rays, and make moulds, and another with their top consultant to decide what to do. My third appointment was with the owner of the surgery himself, and since I was only 12 my dad sat in with me for the first few sessions.)

Orthodontist: “Well we’ll need to take four teeth out to make room, so we can either take them from here—” *pointing on chart* “—or here. What do you think?”

Me: “The back ones.”

Dad: “Yeah, whatever she says.”

(We’d pretty much gone through this already with the consultant.) 

Orthodontist: “Okay, you can get the girls downstairs to book you in to get the first two out whenever suits you.”


Dad: “Well from talking to the other man we thought she’d have them taken out today…”

Orthodontist: “Oh! Well we can do that today, yes!”

(Somewhat confused, but otherwise it went fine. I went back two weeks later to get the second set out. I must point out that I had absolutely no fear of dentists or needles… until he stuck me IN THE JAW with the anaesthetic syringe!) 

Me: *squeaks loudly, jumps in the chair*

Orthodontist: “Oh, sorry! Are you okay?”

(All I could do was mumble and nod in affirmative so he carried on as if nothing had happened, but I’m still amazed that my rather protective dad managed to sit still and said nothing. Thankfully I didn’t have to see this guy again after my braces were on, and when I was 18 I refused to go back to that surgery despite having a permanent bar behind my bottom teeth. So much for quality work…)

Unfiltered Story #99177

, | Unfiltered | October 31, 2017

(The main people that shop in my petrol station are older ladies between 60-80. I am stocking out the drinks when one of the male regulars comes in and starts a conversation.)

Customer: “I don’t get it why is it that all these lovely looking girls keep checking you out.”

Me: *flattered, I decided to have a joke* “I don’t know; it’s probably because I’m so handsome.”

Customer: *interrupting me before I could continue* “NO. You’re not handsome, not in the conventional sense. The way I see it there are only two reasons why they look at you and not me. You either are young, which is attractive, or you’re ‘hung like a donkey’.”

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