@@fastertrackcreative Definitly not reliable for any kind of official documents, but it gives understandable results, which is fine for situations like this. The main problem with translate is the grammar.
I use papago for translating Asian languages (grandma is Korean) as google translate can't differentiate what's a name... For example, sakura in Japanese means Cherry blossom, but can also be a name. Google Translate won't know that and will completely mess up the entire sentence, so if I'm translating with google I usually erase the kanji or hangul with the name and put some random English name so translate can get the hint. Smh.
@@raymondbenjamins5884 Though with some pairs of languages it works really well. Like English and Spanish. Or English and Japanese. Still not recommended for official documents, but for general communication, sure.
I have JRA, I was born with it. Now, I'm in a wheelchair, however, being a young looking 20 something, before I deteriorated to this state, other than a slightly odd walk, my disease was largely invisible. So one day, a very seemingly abled 60something Karen, and her friend, were loudly discussing how rude teenagers and young adults are these days, not getting up for their elders... oh did I say how I knew they were seemingly able? Well let me write you a list: 1. No winces of pain, despite the fact that they were standing the whole time. 2. They stood at the stop when the bus picked them up, despite their being chairs in the bus shelter. 3. They had excellent posture, were well groomed, made up to date level even though 4. *they were WEARING RUNNING ATTIRE" Anyhow, as they complained, they kept pointedly glancing my way. I, on the other hand, was "not having a good leg day" as I called them. I had been at college, after an hour+ commute each way, and what was on, if I remember correctly, a placement day (the sole reason I had to quit ECE... placement meant I went to work in a daycare for either the whole, or half (the other half being at school) of the day, acting as basically an assistant teacher. I.E. *not* easy on the knees for normal people. Especially painful for knees that have been riddled with Arthritis for 20something years. Anyway, so Karen goes on and on to... we'll call this Karen Carol, about "young people these days, for a good ten to twenty more minutes, making sure to pointedly glance my way every now and again. Finally, Carol changes the conversation to the weather. Because they had been working so hard to make sure I heard them, I of course was still listening when they changed the subject. I began with: "Actually, it's supposed to rain." "The weather guy didn't say that" Karen dissmissed. To which I replied with my initial point, and the finishing blow... "Oh, well I could be wrong, but I was born with severe arthritis, and I can often feel a change in barometric pressure. I'm in quite a lot of pain right now, and although I just got off working, following schooling, it's worse than usual this time, most weeks." Both Karen and Carol tried to make kind small talk with me after that, but for the most part, I definitely shocked the entitlement out of their voices. It began to pour pretty shortly after the conversation, and because of how packed the bus got when I got off, they were forced to watch me slowly limp off the bus. If it weren't for the pain, that whole interaction would have been glorious. Either way, I was proud of myself for having put a karen in her place... long before I knew they existed.
@@UDRF I actually posted it to Mark Narrations' reddit and he read it awhile back ^-^. I was thinking of posting it to r/entitledpeople sometime in the future. Thank you so much for your kind words about my story. Man did it ever feel satisfying to be such a jerk back to those people, in such a sweet and unassuming way! Edit: although the story is a little different as I didn't tell it word for word, and I don't remember word for word what was said, so sometimes the dialogue more accurate than others, but the happenings are the same.
I also have JRA; have had it my whole life but we didn't realize anything was wrong with me until I was about 12 as that is when I started showing signs of joint problems. Before that I only had immune system symptoms such as getting sick a lot/easily and getting bronchitis/pneumonia every year for around two weeks at a time. It is amazing how many people stare when they see a child/teen/young adult who otherwise looks healthy sitting in a wheelchair, but their look when I switch to my walker and am literally shaking while walking like an elderly person is priceless. (My arthritis isn't that bad most of the time and mainly only gets bad during winter, and I usually just use my cane the rest of the year. I also have other health problems but I digress.) It is amazing seeing someone in a similar situation as me as JRA is fairly rare. I am currently wondering what to do with my life as I also have been going to school for ECE but when I started working a few months ago I got sick only 2 weeks into the job and ended up sick for over 2 months with an almost constant over 100 fever. Needless to say I lost my job but oh well, its better not to work during this epidemic thing with my immune system any way. I have so many stories from entitled teachers not wanting to follow my IEP in school because it inconvenienced them to print the powerpoints they made before class, to a woman at first treating me like I was faking being disabled and then proceeding to baby me when she realized I was actually unable to walk and she was getting death stares from everyone around. I have learned to ignore everyone and take everything in stride and as something to laugh at later so I really hate when people treat me like I'm helpless since I have been like this for half my life now and already know how to handle it. There are too many people in this world that either discriminate against disabled people or make things worse by "trying to help" that I don't let it bother me any more normally. I DO admit however that I wish some people could feel for just a day what I feel every day (excruciating pain, numbness and tingling, movement issues, etc.) and see if they even stay sane.
That last story deserves a movie or something. She liked the guy enough to go home, translate the previous conversation, then respond the next day on the bus, rinse repeat. We got a bit of r/wholesome over here
@Jordan Brendmoen Marriage can be beautiful. If you weren't happy with who you chose, tough luck. Maybe she or he wasn't who you thought they were. Just know that there's never only one chance at love. There's always going to be someone out there who loves you. Just don't give up.
@Jordan Brendmoen No problem. I wasn't trying to trick you. I was trying to tell you that not all guys or galls are the same. Someone will love. Who? Only time will tell. If you want to live a solitary life, than I won't stop you. Just know that it will be a lonely road.
@Jordan Brendmoen "Same benefits." Is a very questionable statement and you should elaborate before someone takes it the wrong way. Marriage is a union between two families to make a new one with the person you love and care about. If something down the road happens, whether it be abuse or cheating on both parties or simply just the lack of a spark between the two happens. It's not a death sentence. Especially if you actually, truly love the person. If the fear of divorce and someone taking your money is your only reasoning; (along with that "benefit" statement that's giving me bad vibes.) You need to reevaluate the people you hang around and possibly find someone worthy of you. But right now you sound like no one is. And that's purely your fault.
Lmao, the last one kinda reminds me of how I started dating my now fiance. We were both 16 year old guys, and we acted like teenagers do, we both thought we were straight at the time. We go along because Japanese was his only language and I spoke it fluently while teaching him French and English. (My mother's adoptive father is Japanese but I'm German French Cannadian) We were on a bus but there was only one seat, so we had to decide who got it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He told me to sit down, so I did, _and then he proceeded to sit on my lap._ We continued conversation as normal and it wasn't till months later we realized that we flirted with each other a lot after that incident. It was a few weeks after he turned 17 (two months after me) that I asked him out. We're going on 5 years now and are engaged.
LOL Yeah. I remember filling up at a gas station late one evening on my way home from work (in Ireland) and a young Spanish lady approached me and asked if I was driving in the direction of XYZ Equestrian Centre (which is the middle of the countryside - not near town). I told her I wasn't going that direction but asked why we wanted to know. She had missed the last bus and had no ride home; I knew that the last bus definitely was already gone by this time. She was a young lady visiting from Spain and was working there for the summer for the experience. I felt bad for her so I told her it's about 20mins out of my way but I'd be happy to take the long way home and drop her off there. So she hops in and I'm driving along and we are chatting (she has broken English but enough to communicate well) and I'm tired, feel sweaty and yucky from driving most of the day and just wanna get home. She doesn't know the address well enough so I get the address on my phone while enroute. When we get to her place, she says something about her phone...so I'm a bit puzzled thinking she's thanking me for phoning to get the correct address. But she's waiting. So she asks me for paper and pen, which I give her (kinda confused what she is doing) - and she writes her phone number on it. I still am kinda confused but then she says something like "You like to go on date?" LOL I totally hadn't picked up that!! I was just trying to be nice and she asked me out. She was really cute but I had a long distance girlfriend so I told her that but thanked her for asking me - honestly I kinda wonder if we would have got along.....she was sweet
Do you have any idea how hard it is to look like a tough security guard when you’re 5 foot 2, 95 pounds, female, and squealing about how adorable a story is?
Morgan O'Brien-Bledsoe Well, as long as you look serious and don’t squeal about the adorable story while on duty, you should be fine for looking tough 👌
I've once seen a woman security guard about the same description handle rowdy dudes 6+ ft easily. She was more badass than her partner who was a bigger stockier guy lol it was at a concert I've seen this.
I have a friend named Shareen Pronouced Shar as in sure and een as in bean but everyone says shareen like it rhymes with karen and are like oh she must be a bitch but she is soooooooo sweet
Old people have lived a full life. Many of them had to fight throughout most of it to get where they are. Don't ever doubt their ability to get nasty very quickly.
Old ladies from the former Soviet union are about as hardcore as they come after all they survived the Germans and Stalin these ladies will put you in your place in a heartbeat.
Manager: We need to make more money. Let's force people to pay a minimum Common sense: People get mad when you force them to do something Manager: I'm the manager. I know what's best * bar closes * Manager: *shocked pikachu*
It would have been smarter to just have a card fee which would be the fee of the most expensive card. Maybe $0.75 per transaction. People probably wouldn't care. Or raise the price of the drinks by a dollar.
Urgh, I can't stand people who think that because they've been standing a long time that they're entitled to seats. Man, I wish I could stand for long periods of time, I wish I didn't have to use a cane in my late 20's, I wish I could offer my seat to others, I wish my body didn't erupt into horrific pain whenever I stood up. Trust me, I don't like living with the conditions I have and don't like feeling like a lump, but sometimes, there are people who really do need a seat and it isn't from standing for an hour. : /
I'm genuinely so sorry you go through that. If i'm on a bus and my legs get too tired, i usually just lean against the wall so it takes off pressure and people who need the seats can have them-
@@samuelding7854 Try doing it when you have no cartilage left in a knee joint and the joint is bone on bone ...... funny thing how waling is not a problem, but standing ...... nope! And then with the back and forth stop and go movement of the bus causing the ends of those bones grinding together ...... yeah, after a while it is crippling pain that ensues ...... and don't tell me to go get a knee replacement ...... I can't right now cuz it is financially crippling without insurance coverage (which I have), but medicare won't cover it as long as I am as mobile as I am (I don't need a cane or walker to get around), I can still drive my car just fine (manual transmission), and the joint is stable laterally, full range of motion, can still do the stairs ......... I just cannot stand for longer that 5 minutes before I HAVE to get my weight of that leg ...... and standing on one foot on a moving bus just doesn't cut it for safety.
My fav comment on reddit: "Hi I am (insert name), welcome to hell! I will be your tour guide for the remainder of the trip. Now if you would please look to your right and you will see a McDonald's filled with Karens trying to take your switch!
aren't. Would be surprised. It's how my uncle got married. Also met two people who have met the live of there lives thru note exchanges. One of them involved a buddy of mine exchanging notes for 4 years with someone he never met becuase Jr discovered someone wrote a not and left it in this hollow stone he stepped on at school. 4 years later they meet after graduation. Got married a year later. They are so obnoxious.
I wrote notes on the school bus for my now husband when I was a senior and he was a sophomore. They were usually notes to get him out of class. And I signed them as Mrs. Future-Last-Name. We only saw each other on the ride to school, but he was friends with my younger sister's future boyfriend. Long story short, boyfriend was a jerk, sister and my husband were never a couple, 14 years after that first note on the bus we were married.
I remember when I was about 14. Me and Mum were on the train into the city and a Woman gets on and says "Who's going to give up their seat for a lady?" I was taught manners as a kid so go to stand only for Mum to grab my arm and yank me down, telling me "A lady wouldn't ask." The old lady story Karen reminded me of that 'Lady' XD
yeah, but who doesn't carry cash, especially when frequenting a bar, pub or restaurant? looks like that woman is to blame about as much as the management of the bar.
@@10010110100102Error if you live in a zone where you don't need to carry cash thanks to technology then you don't. The idiot manager probably made that rule to force people to use the ATM. Lost his business in the end.
@@10010110100102Error Ever been to Sweden? A nearly cashless society. Carrying cash increase the risk or robbery. Some stores refuse cash because it is safer for them.
@@10010110100102Error I don't carry cash when frequenting a bar/restaurant because in this day and age you can just use a card and it saves time and makes it so awkward moments at the cash fumbling to put my change away never happens, just a tap and I put my wallet away grab my shit and leave allowing me to get the fuck out before I have to deal with more people then I want to... which anything more then 1
@@10010110100102Error a LOT of people no longer carry cash. i only keep, at most, 20 on me these days, and that's only for if i encounter the rare pop-up shop/food cart that doesn't have a machine. most places take some form of debit or credit, though. you typically don't need cash. heck, the last time i had cash, it wasn't even used at a store. i used it to pay my aunt back when she helped me buy something.
That old lady knows how to act. I bet during her youth she is pretty good at initiating passive aggressive acts to put others in their places. That lady probably has enough stories to flood r/maliciouscompliance
That second story... Has Australia never heard of a "tab"? You know... you hand your card to the bartender and they hold it for processing before you leave, paying for all your drinks at once. It's a pretty simple concept.
The Old Lady sounds like my grandma at the beginning. "I don't need this walker but every keeps saying 'oh your gonna fall and crack your head open' and blahs blah. And I say I'm fine but nooo." That is a direct quote from my Grandma.
Hey rSlash, I just wanted to say thanks for doing that story from Raised by Narcissists. Your video led me to reddit and to confronting the abusive behavior I grew up thinking it was ok. Your video helped push me towards a better recovery place. Thank you.
That comment on the last story is so amazing, so worthwhile, so wholesome, and just amazing, I couldn't stop laughing because literally, the most random things can result in finding that special someone.
im so glad this channel popped up on my recommendeds. These juicy tales remind me that justice still happens sometimes and are entertaining af. Thank you for the work youve put in to these vids man. Keep it up.