Popeyes delivery near me

So I'm moving to Bangalore next week (from Chennai). Got a job in a product based company with a package of 10lpa. What are the do's and don'ts a newcomer should be aware of. Also I'm literally broke and have borrowed 15k to settle in, so how do I chose PG's and save money for the first month and eventually get socialized or blended to the Bangalore environment. I can speak English, will it be enough to communicate as well ? I do not have any friends in Bangalore. So pls help me out.
P.S : I'm moving somewhere near Marathahalli/Yemalur.

Hi all!
I've had my OnePlus 6T for many years now, and I got it because it was supposed to be a good phone for rooting. I plan to buy a new phone some time in the near future (probably another OnePlus, or a Google Pixel, based on recommendations from this sub).
A problem I was never able to properly fix, however, after rooting, was using my bank's app. It always detected root, no matter what modules I added to l/xposed/magisk. Along with this, I could never get the apps that wanted to use maps (ride apps, delivery apps, etc). to function consistently.
I was hoping that this time, before I get the new phone, if I could get some advice or step-by-step instructions on how I would be able to use those apps (or even if I can at all).

I had been considering solar for awhile and my roof is going to need replacing in the near future (its 20+ years old no leaks normally but some signs of a small one in hurricane conditions). While my power bill isn't outrageous isn't to cheap either (about $160-$380, my last 2 months were about 1500kwh used) so I was strongly considering getting solar if the savings looked to cover a good chunk of the bill. I looked for a company that could do both found Sun-Tec and Solar Bear, Sun-Tec's rep felt like the very definition of a sleazy salesman but Solar Bear seemed good overall.
Quote from Solar Bear LLC for Pasco County Florida
10.8 Kw salfab system 15141 kwh annually
28.6 squares gaf roof
$82,141 before considering any solar credits of which about 22k is the roof (they gave me a number abit north of 15k IF the tax credit 30% is applied to the value of the roof which I'm not certain is even valid but working it backwards came just under 22k for the full price)
with the layout of my roof this is roughly the maximum number of panels that could be put on with proper spacing estimating 85% of my energy cost. That said my house needs new insulation blown in but I didn't want to do it until the new roof was on so we aren't at peak efficiency and we are about to install an on demand water heater so between them we'd probably end up in the 100%+ range for most of the year
Is this reasonable? I feel like the solar end of this is higher then I was expecting and the Roof is near the top of the range too.

Me and my girlfriend are moving to the bay area this summer for our internship and looking for someone to share a flat with (preferably another couple). We’d be looking for areas near Mountain View or Sunnyvale… Please reach out if anyone would be interested in finding a place together…

“When My servants ask you ˹O Prophet˺ about Me: I am truly near. I respond to one’s prayer when they call upon Me. So let them respond ˹with obedience˺ to Me and believe in Me, perhaps they will be guided ˹to the Right Way˺.” (The Cow - Al Baqarah, 186)

Buckle up folks, this is a heck of a story, and very long. TL;DR at the bottom.
This all happened within the last couple weeks. I'm currently about ten days post op. I'm staunchly child free and have a Bilateral Salpingectomy scheduled for early May. I haven’t been sexually active for over a year, but recently came to an understanding with a discreet FWB. Hormonal birth control is not an option for me, so we’ve been using a combination of condoms and Phexxi. Welp, unfortunately, due to a combination of a broken condom and human error, I ended up pregnant. I was pretty sure I was pregnant right away. For the same reasons I can’t use hormonal birth control, plan B was not an option for me.
My body felt weird and I was a little crampy. I was a few days late for my period, and a home test was inconclusive, so I immediately went to Planned Parenthood. A urine test confirmed a positive pregnancy, so I scheduled an in clinic abortion in a few days. I had the option to take a pill, but it would mean more time off work, so I opted for the in-clinic option.
The staff at PP were amazing. There was zero pressure to do anything I didn’t want, and I was treated with kindness and respect. It was so surreal to me, to have the thing I’ve been terrified of most happening inside my body and I felt that I had no control. People make it seem like the minute you find out you’re pregnant you're filled with maternal instincts and love for a future baby. That absolutely did not happen to me. I felt as though my body had been taken over by a foreign being and I’d lost my future to a parasite. All I could think over and over in my head was “GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT” The day of the abortion couldn’t come soon enough.
Day of, they did a transvaginal ultrasound but couldn’t visualize the pregnancy in my uterus. The doctor explained to me there was a good chance that since it was probably only about two weeks old, there was a chance it was just too small. They gave me a choice to come back in a week, or to go through with the suction procedure and they would take a look at the tissue to confirm it was a pregnancy. I opted to go through with the procedure, I just wanted to get it done and over with.
They gave me a mild sedative, but hot damn that procedure was painful. They had to open up my cervix, which is really rough for me. I’d had it done when I got an IUD placed a number of years ago, but this was really intense. It lasted a few minutes, but it was far less painful and far shorter than childbirth. I was exhausted when they were done, and dozed quite a bit afterwards.
I work nights, but took that night off. I slept for about four hours after I got home from the procedure, then stayed awake watching TV until about 4 am then went to sleep so I could work the next night. I woke up around 2 pm, did some gentle stretching, then started getting ready for work. As I was walking I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower right abdomen. It was so intense I almost went to my knees, but as suddenly as it came, it went again and I felt fine aside from some mild cramps. The clinic told me some cramping was normal, so I didn’t pay it any mind, but over the course of an hour it got much worse. It was as intense as my worst menstrual cramps from back when I was a teen. I felt like throwing up, I was sweaty, clammy, and weak. Sometimes a CBD bath will help with my menstrual cramps, so I tried that, but as soon as I got in the hot water I felt like I was going to pass out and the pain intensified. I got out of the tub and went to my room, trying to decide if I should go to work or not, and ended up on the floor in my bedroom, literally writhing and crying out in pain. I contacted the after hours clinic and told them what was happening, and the very bored sounding woman told me to take ibuprofen. I texted my mom who lives nearby and asked her to bring me some ibuprofen, as all I had was acetaminophen.
My mom showed up, took one look at me and said either I was calling 911 or she was. I contacted 911 and told the dispatcher what was happening. The EMTs showed up, took some vitals and transported me to the nearest hospital. The whole time I felt like I was being a big baby and over exaggerating, though the pain was intolerable and I was still writhing in pain. The pain would come in waves and felt like it started near the right side of my belly button and traveled all the way down to my right knee.
The ER doctor took my pain very seriously and talked me into agreeing to morphine. Once I was on morphine, the pain went down to about a 7 out of 10, and I realized just how much pain I had actually been in. There was a lot of concern for me and they did another ultrasound. This one was external and transvaginal, and I’m going to tell you, that transvaginal ultrasound was absolute torture. I am not exaggerating, even on morphine I was holding on to the sides of the bed and tears were pouring out of my eyes as the poor tech did what she needed to do to see what was going on. The ultrasound felt like it went on for one million years, but it was probably closer to ten to fifteen minutes. I could barely walk afterwards. I was in so much pain, so they put me in a wheelchair and took me for a CT scan. The CT scan was much less invasive, but I was still in a lot of pain. The ER doctor then gave me more morphine and some zoloft.
The OBGYN came in and told me I had an ectopic pregnancy that had burst and I was bleeding into my abdomen. The Surgeon told me I needed emergency surgery to remove my right fallopian tube. I let her know I had a bilateral salpingectomy scheduled for the next month and was hoping she could just remove both fallopian tubes while she was in there.
The surgeon was very nice, but explained to me that since it was a Catholic hospital there was no way she could remove both. You could tell she didn’t agree, but her hands were tied. She even explained that not all Catholic hospitals had that restriction, but our Bishop had ruled that unless it was medically necessary they couldn’t do any bilateral salpingectomies. I even contacted a nearby hospital where my Bi Slap was scheduled, and asked if they would do it. They stressed to me that I literally could die if I delayed my surgery at all and for various liability reasons they couldn’t perform the bi salp right then. They urged me to stay at the hospital I was at and just get the emergency surgery done as soon as possible.
The whole thing happened very quickly. Within two hours of being in the hospital I was in the surgery room. The surgery staff were all lovely and I woke up feeling so much better than I had since the whole nightmare started. They gave me a wonderful button that gave me pain meds when needed, and I slept the rest of the night and into the day. They released me the next day with instructions to be off work for two weeks then on light duty for another two. I’m currently about a week and a half post surgery and am feeling much better. The first week was really tough. I kept over doing it and then getting exhausted, so I had to force myself to take it easy.
Anyway, I’m waiting to hear back from my surgeon on whether I can still have my other fallopian tube removed in May. While I’m glad I’m alive and that things worked out, I’m so incredibly frustrated that I’m going to have to have two surgeries, which means I have to take twice the time off work, twice the hospital bills, twice the wear on my body etc.
I’m willing to answer any questions anyone has. Hopefully this story is helpful for others in my situation.
TL;DR: I had an ectopic pregnancy that burst and required emergency surgery. Due to the fact it was a Catholic hospital they wouldn't remove both fallopian tubes, only the right one that had been affected.

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The other day, I messed up for the first time on this app. I was using Apple Maps to deliver and was not aware at first that Uber uses coordinates rather than the actual address with Apple Maps. Apple Maps took me down a street right next to the house I was supposed to deliver to that had the exact same address. I was confused but assumed it must be the right house since Apple Maps led me down the road to that house.
Anyway, fifteen minutes later I notice two voicemails from an unknown number (my phone automatically hides calls from unknown numbers). I parked my car to listen to them and realized it was the lady I thought I had just delivered to. I tried calling her back but my calls wouldn't go through. I realized my mistake and called support to explain what happened. They told me not to worry about it and that since I told them what happened they wouldn't take action against me and that she would receive a refund.
I thought I was going to be able to brush this off but now I'm terrified of deactivation over this one mistake. It's the only botched delivery I've ever had. I really need this job right now and am freaking out. Should I call support back about this, or should I just lay low for a while?

Hey all. First off. Wonderful that this community exists, I cannot wait to begin a fulfilling journey of healing. I'm a 27 year old male unvaccinated.
Some background - I've had COVID 6 times throughout the pandemic, after each infection my mental health worsened and worsened. My theory is that, due to living in an old moldy home - my immune system couldn't combat the mold and the mold exacerbated my mental health issues. It was manageable, until it wasn't between the 5th and 6th infection, things popped off. I'm a part of the Long Covid community, however, I've recently been thinking. This may not be "Long Covid - Long Covid" this may be mold exposure toxicity.
Sure enough I ran some at home mold tests. Ends up the bedroom I was suffering through the worst of my symptoms was between two moldy water damaged attics, with the attic doors having unsealed direct airflow into the bedroom between them. I was basically in a microwave of toxicity. The exposure tests themselves are gnarly. I've sent them in, pending species results. All of my horrific, terrible, inflammatory symptoms are super consistent with what you all describe. I've had nearly 200 symptoms over the past 8 months. Odd quirky, horrible, traumatizing symptoms.
I've come a very long way in healing. My remaining symptoms are feeling emotionally empty, apathetic, and careless. It feels like the upper right portion of my brain isn't attached to the rest. I dealt with Bells Palsy although its basically recovered. Anyways, emotionally empty, mentally/cognitively impaired, damaged executive function, low dopamine - no drive/desires, gut issues, and fluttering/weak heart/heartbeat. Sometimes my heart spins into a massively fast heartbeat that makes me feel like I'm having a heart attack, so that's fun.
If anyone has any advice on anything that'll just improve this damn mood or get me cognitively sharpeenergized. That'd be great.

My(m18) boyfriend(m20) lives with his grandparents and has since he was a child. He was going to move out a while ago, but he ended up having some heart problems and they decided it was best for him to stay home for a while so they could keep a check on him/someone would be around if he had a spell and needed to go to the ER (which has happened multiple times)
They are in a tough financial situation to say the least, and my boyfriend is the only one in the house with a job. Both of his grandparents draw social security, his grandfather draws retirement, and they get a $500 child support check every month for his little sister on behalf of their late mother.
Here’s where the problem comes in. His grandfather started asking him for $200-300 dollars every time he gets a paycheck (which is usually only about $500-600), and I at first had no problem with this. However, I’ve started to consider where a lot of that money is going…
It’s going to pot. They spend $720-820 a month on pot. Pot that my boyfriend does not smoke. A majority of that pot goes to his little sister and the remaining fraction goes to his grandmother.
My boyfriend pays his own medical bills, all of them. He pays for his therapy, his psychiatrist, his medications, he’s paid all of his hospital/ER bills, he pays for his own gas, he pays his own insurance, he pays his own phone bills, etc. His sister is 17 and refuses to get a job to help out at all. So over the past couple months, he has also paid the phone bills of everyone else in the house, he’s paid for his sister and grandfather’s gas, and he’s paid part the electricity bill.
Almost all of the household income, other than my boyfriend’s, goes to food… and pot.
I grew up in a horrible financial situation, as in we didn’t know whether or not we’d have food on the table the next day, and I just know I would be absolutely livid to find out that we were spending nearly $1000 a month on pot rather than focusing on what we need.
Am I wrong to be a little bothered that all of my boyfriend’s money is going towards the necessities of three other people while all the money they make is going to pot?
I want to clarify that this would not strike me as a problem if it wasn’t for the excessive amount of pot being bought at the rate that it’s being bought. He’s expressed himself that this bothers him a great deal. WIBTA if I suggested he set a boundary with his grandparents and his willingness to pay the bills in regards to all of the pot being bought?

?????, ???????, Griffion territory
March 23rd, 2291
The Slepnir trotted down the destroyed snow-covered highway slowly.
"So a guy throws a ball at a guy holding a bat and the guy with the bat's job is to hit the ball out of the stadium?"
"Yes, that's called a home run."
"And that lets everyone standing on the bases run to home for free?"
"Yep, how did you never hear about baseball?
"Locked in a test chamber remember."
"Well yeah but still, I figured the scientists would mention it."
"It sounds fun, you should take me to a game when we get back."
"That's a promise, as long as you root for the Boneyard bashers."
"Who?"
"Nevermind. Listen I say we rest here for the night pick up in the morning."
Frank nudged the horse slightly and soon began to slowly lead it off the highway to a broken-down home.
"Which room do you want?"
"I'll take a top-floor one. Hopefully, there's a bed, unlike the last one."
Wendy hopped off the horse as Frank lifted open a garage door.
"Got any potatoes left?"
"Yeah let me grab it."
Wendy took her backpack off and reached inside. As she did Frank took the horse inside and left it unhitched.
"Last one."
"Well...it's fine give it to Unica...I hate that name still."
"Well, it's what I picked."
Wendy took the potato from the pouch and fed the mutant horse. Frank looked at Wendy and smiled from the inside of his helmet. As the horse gobbled down the last of the potato Wendy turned to face Frank who was taking out the pot and stove to cook.
"So where are we?"
"Should be near Denver"
"Then why does that sign say Wyoming?"
Frank looked up and followed Wendy's hand out to a sign by the start of the street. A small makeshift sign said Wyoming followed by gibberish. Frank took out the map he had stored with him and looked around.
....it's winter we're good.
"Alright, fuck me.....I took us the wrong way."
"What now?"
"Nothing. We just rest and go back to where. I'll stay guard when you go to sleep."
"Why?"
"I can find out where exactly we are...."
"Alright."
"Okay get inside quickly."
5 minutes later
Frank grumbled and groaned as he set up the cooking set and began cooking. Wendy held the 5.56 revolver as she stood guard, Frank seemed extra nervous he had locked the doors and even had his new colt revolver next to him hammer cocked.
"So what exactly is out here?"
"Nothing nice, we shouldn't have to worry but still."
"Okay..don't you think I ought to know-
"-Done."
Frank clattered the spoon on the pot as he called to her. She holstered the revolver and walked over.
"So what's on the menu today?"
"Chef Kingly proudly presents 200-year-old instant mash."
"Again?!"
She turned and sat down as he got her plate ready.
"Not my fault you wanted to take the shot on the radstag instead of letting me."
"I know but you couldn't have just made the mac and cheese?"
"I'm kidding it's Salisbury steak. Come on dig in."
Frank handed her a fork and the plate as she sighed.
"I believed you for a second."
"I know you did."
Frank cut a piece of meat off and shoved it into his mouth as he chuckled.
"Mmm (swallow) I remembered a joke..."
Frank cleared his throat as Wendy looked at him confused.
"Why was the mutant worried his friend was sick?"
"I......don't know why?"
"He was a little green."
Wendy groaned as she took a sip of water.
"That was awful."
"Oh please, you loved it."
Wendy smiled as she continued to eat.
"Get better material."
The two ate in silence before Wendy asked again.
"Do you know what FEV is?"
"Forced evolutionary virus, it's the thing that made all super mutants and gave you your abilities according to what I know about psykers...why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
"Yeah, we learned about the stuff in training, found out about it after Navarro...my mom was a trooper then."
"What was at Navarro?"
"Old Enclave research base forced people to evolve using the goop."
Wendy looked at her plate and then at Frank
"Frank, what's out there?" She said sternly
"Out where?"
Wendy pointed to the door behind her.
"You seemed nervous lately and even more now."
"Raptors...they're hybrid cat-bird things, according to our biologists back in California they're the same story as deathclaws. Some pre-war army bastards wanted expendable killing machines so turned to nature, mixed wild cats with old birds of prey, then they got a dose of FEV."
"Wait deathclaws were made with FEV?"
"Yeah...why do you think they're bullet resistant."
"I just thought they were tough-skinned....but you killed deathclaws with ease. Raptors can't be that big of an issue right?"
Frank ate a forkful before setting down the fork and plate.
"There were once a bunch of settlers and tribals up here in Wyoming. (Explains the wooden shacks we passed now.) Then someone had the bright idea of helping more of their kids survive."
"Why would they do that if they're so dangerous?"
"The eggs, raptor eggs usually don't all survive, those that do were the lucky ones. Arms dealers sell the young to the highest bidders. Raptors are vicious but can be tamed from birth if done right and used as living weapons, NCR polices them and makes sure no unauthorized folks get them."
Wendy looked at the window nervously.
"Our saving grace is its winter. It's too cold for most to leave their burrows so they hibernate, usually when the poachers go to find them. Most don't succeed."
"But they're animals...how are they so dangerous?"
"They're smart. Lead victims into ambushes. Their ears hear things better than ours. Even a low whisper can get you torn to shreds."
"What kind of ambushes?"
Frank chuckled as he took the pot off the stove and readied a new pot for coffee
"OK, try to imagine yourself as a person in power armor. You get your first look at this thing as you cross an abandoned street with say two other people. It looks like a small cat with wings and a bird face, feathers all up front then halfway looks like a small panther. It also moves like a cat, lightly moving back and forth its yellow soulless eyes on you. You stare at it, and it just stares right back as you level your weapon. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the sides..."
Frank stirred the coffee powder into the water as he continued
"..from the other six you didn't even know were there. Because they're pack hunters. They use coordinated attack patterns and they are bloodthirsty. And they slash at you with this."
Frank drew his knife and spun it around
"...3 six-inch claws, like knives on each foot. They don't bother to slice your armor like other animals, they slash at you here, or here..."
Frank pointed to spots across his body with the knife, spots undefended by the armor, before continuing.
"They know exactly where to hit, they learned it. Then once you're immobilized they take their time. Peeling off the armor plating one piece at a time as you hear your friends blood gurgling screams. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you. Nasty fuckers, always kill them on sight."
"Why are they only in Wyoming then?"
"They aren't, they're Colorado natives but they migrate, they prefer Idaho actually, and other mountain states. Last time I was through Albuquerque a whole flock tore the place up for a few days."
"Really? So that's why you asked me to be quieter near Saratoga?"
"Yep, another job for us rangers back west is pest control anything too big to deal with by locals is assigned to us. I killed 35 alone in California last year, they're just more aggressive the more east you go for some reason."
Wendy finished her food and then set the plate down, as she looked around her nervously
"Shouldn't we leave now instead of waiting then?"
"No, the big and dangerous are out at night. Those are the ones I've been looking out for."
"There's bigger?"
"Small ones are taken down easily. They vary between 2 feet tall and 6 feet tall. The rare ones are ten-foot beasts. We call them griffons. They're usually by the mountains or the ruins of big cities. They can't be bred or nurtured, we don't even know why they're huge. They usually hunt alone, use their strength to brute force any enemy they have, strong enough to take out super mutant behemoths if lucky."
"How?"
"They swoop down from above claw their skull in half in one swoop then fly away, and return for the corpse later. Saw it myself in a place in Dakota. They're different everywhere. Some in the Dakota rule as kinda chieftains perched up on those mountains with faces. The ones in Missouri kill everything that moves, even each other."
"They're slow at least right?"
"If you ever run into one alone you're gone, only a slepnier at full sprint can outrun it. They can take on everything directly except a deathclaw. If we ever wipe out the scaly bastards they're the next apex predator."
"How many have you killed."
Frank held up a single finger as he turned the pot. Wendy stared at the window, she heard a faint whooshing sound.
"Like I said we're fine. I've cut through here several times. They tend to stick to the same areas. Now get some rest I'll take watch."
1 hour later
Frank turned the pot of brew around as he looked at the map. He probably shared a little too much with Wendy but she needed the truth, it was his fault after all. How did he go the wrong way without knowing? He shouldn't have gotten them to the remnants of Laramie, it was a clear-cut road to Den-
Woosh
Frank's ears twitched as he looked up from the map he turned the stove off and covered the pot. Something was out there, he slowly approached the window with his helmet light off careful not to attract attention. A large silhouette stood bathed in the moonlight street investigating the hoove prints made by Unica.
Crap
Frank watched as the beast slowly followed the prints to the garage door. He grabbed Wendy's rifle and slowly cocked the bolt back as he gently lifted it to fire at the creature in front of him. The beast scratched its claw along the garage door leaving a sharp metal sound in the air.
Just as the rifle was set to fire into the creature's eye Frank heard something else, a small whine coming from the garage. Almost instantaneous the beast tore through the flimsy garage door and rushed the defenseless horse inside with a loud screech only capable of an apex predator.
Oh shit!
Frank held the rifle in his hand as he stared at the door to the garage. The blood-curdling scream of the horse went silent and all that remained was the ragged tearing of flesh and the snapping of bones. Frank kept his eye on the door as he slowly made his way up the staircase, he tried his best to stay quiet, taking a few steps every minute, and after 4 minutes he was finally at the top.
"Fra-"
Frank held his hand out shushing the frightened girl. He moved over to the room she was in and slowly entered with her behind him as he closed the door.
creak
Frank stopped in his tracks as the sounds of eating stopped. A low bird cry broke the silence and then tapping, it heard them and was now investigating further. Frank signaled Wendy to grab the revolver in her holster and ready it as the beast sniffed around. Frank pushed the door open slightly more and in seconds the beast tore through the wooden door that led to the garage.
Wendy let out a small gasp muffled by her hand as the beast paraded around the downstairs portion of the house. We dy mouthed towards Frank.
Is that a
He nodded
White feathers covered the head and half of the torso of the beast, think black fur covered the rest. A sharp yellow beak prodded at the pots and pans. The 6 claws of the front legs tapped away at the floor. Frank took a small step out of the room and readied the rifle. He aimed for the eye as the beast examined the stove. The griffon opened the small pot full of hot coffee brew and stuck its beak in, it pulled back rapidly knocking the tin over and letting out a scream of pain. Frank took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger, the bullet soared out of the barrel and hit the creature...in the neck.
SCREECH!
The creature ran up the stairs towards the two as fast as possible. Frank cycled another round and fired it into the creature to little effect. Wendy and Frank fired again and again till it was right on him. He dodged to the left as it pounced towards him, its hind legs knocking him to the side and down the stairs as it turned to face Wendy.
Wendy screamed as the beast stood in front of her. She threw the now empty revolver and stuck her hand out as she fired a large burst of electricity at the beast who quickly ducked into a side room. The griffon then stuck its head back out as Wendy panted. She watched it slowly come out of the room and just stare at her almost frightened.
tiink
A bolt slammed into the wall as Frank extended his robotic arm toward the griffon. He fired another shot hitting the animal in the neck again, the griffon flew down the stairs and pinned Frank to the ground by the neck as it screeched into his face. Its talons digging in but merely holding him. It turned back around and screeched up towards Wendy who looked down at the creature.
"No!"
The creature loosened its grip on Frank and screeched back up at her. As she made her way down the stairs. Rifle in hand.
"Let go of him!"
The creature stepped off of Frank who took a deep breath of air.
"Stay right there!"
The griffon sat on its hind legs as Wendy helped Frank up.
"Are you talking to that thing?!"
"Kinda...."
The griffon snarled as Frank stood up.
"She's still pissed at you."
"I can tell."
Frank massaged his neck as he looked at the beast.
"How are you doing that?"
"I don't know we just....understand."
"Huh.....you're still full of surprises kid...Well, tell her to get lost..."
"I don't think she'd listen."
The griffon screeched at Frank, who in response took a step back.
"Well she can't stay here....and I don't want her to either, besides she killed Unica..."
"And you shot her like 8 times."
"Are you defending this thing?!"
"Look, I think if we help her out she'll help us out..."
"How do you suppose we help her out?!"
Wendy slung the rifle over her shoulder and slowly approached the creature.
"Wendy!"
"It's fine...I think the FEV is acting as a kinda bond thing...I think."
"That is the stupidest thing I've heard....it's going to kill you now back up now!"
Frank drew the revolver from his holster and aimed at the griffon, the beast stood and roared at him.
"Frank!"
"I'm not letting this stupid thing be the death of us...now get back next to me before this thing gets hungry again."
"Frank! Put the gun down!"
Wendy moved closer to the griffon that simply stared at her, she reached towards its neck and grabbed the bolt lodged in it.
"This will hurt...Frank stimpak..."
"What?"
"Stimpak...toss me one."
"I.."
"Do you trust me?"
"Fine.."
Frank holstered the revolver and reached into his satchel and pulled out a stim throwing it to Wendy. Wendy caught it and then turned to the beast.
"This will only hurt just a little."
She yanked the bolt out and the griffon screeched into the air, Wendy quickly injected the stim before backing up. The griffon flapped its wings knocking Frank over. It rose a few feet in the air before slamming back down onto the ground. It turned to Wendy and bowed toward her.
"You're welcome..."
Frank stood back up. And turned to Wendy taking his helmet off.
"So what did that do... besides waste a stim."
"She trusts us...well me more than you.."
"And how does that help us?"
Wendy turned to Frank and then back to the winged beast.
"Oooh no, oooh no I'm not getting on that thing! Are you crazy?!"
"Frank this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience...you said it yourself Griffons usually attack anything well this one is helping us."
"Only help this one is doing is helping itself to a free lunch when it drops us from 100 feet up."
"She wouldn't do that...right girl."
Wendy stroked the griffon's feathers.
"Okay don't do that, that thing just killed Unica....and probably has kill a lot of other people."
"You said it yourself she's an apex predator she hunts...Unica was prey...it's faster than walking...and safer."
"You're a cold child and I'll take my chances on the ground."
"Oh come on."

"No, end of the story."

The next morning
"How the hell did you talk me into this."
Frank muttered as he climbed aboard the feathery giant as it knelt.
"Relax she can tell you're scared."
"Of course I'm scared, I've seen what these things can do."
"Ya hear that girl, big bad ranger is scared of you."
Wendy rubbed the beak of the griffon as she talked cutesy to it.
"Stop doing that?!"
"Frank if she was gonna eat us she had all night."
"I was up all night keeping watch. And she spilled my coffee."
"Relax already. Diana won't kill you, she trusts us, now grab the reigns and try and ride her steady."
Frank grumbled as he grab the reigns and tapped Diana with the heel of his shoe. Instantly the beast turned its head around and stared at Frank.
"Sorry!"
Frank turned to the young girl at his side.
"Wendy how the hell am I supposed to do this?!"
"If you can't do it how can I?"
Frank sighed as he gently took the reigns once more.
"How did you even get this on her?"
"She let me."
"Oh she let you....that is such crap."
He looked down at the bird and sighed as he shook the reigns gently and leaned down to the beast's cat-like eye.
"Alright....we probably got off on the wrong foot let's just call it even and..."
Frank tapped the griffon gently on the side and it began to walk forward, he pulled the reigns slightly right and it turned accordingly.
"Holy shit!"
Frank smiled brightly as he looked at his accomplishment. He was on a fucking griffon and it wasn't trying to kill him.
"I'm doing it!"
"You look like a kid learning how to ride a bike."
"Shut it. Do you even know how to ride a bike?"
"Yeah, Sarah taught me."
Frank looked down at the beast and chuckled.
"Alright let's see about going a bit faster."
He whipped the reign gently.
SCREECH!
Diana threw Frank off and extended her wings as she took off into the air and then down into the tree line.
"What the hell did you do?!"
"I just whipped the reign gently."
Frank got up and wiped the dirt off his duster as shots rang out in the air.
"RUN GRIFFO-!"
More gunshots rang out from the tree lime, Frank drew his revolver and ran towards the trees followed by Wendy. The two ran through bushes as they came across a small clearing where Diana stood ripping apart a small squad of men, some already dead one man about to die as she flung him into the air. Frank watched as the griffon tore through the remainder of them with ease. The last person wore a suit of power armor and was now pinned to the ground as the beast squeezed
"Stop!"
Diana looked up to where the shout came from and saw Wendy. Walking towards her Frank followed close behind.
"She heard them."
"Yeah, no shit, who are they though?"
Wendy looked down at the last person and looked into their visor.
"Hey who are you?"
The person's eyes were still focused on the griffon.
"Hello!?"
"Please just let me...it's you, Dorkins is right....you're perfect."
"What?"
Wendy looked up at Frank who looked at the person through his visor.
"Wendy let me talk to her. Go...go loot the dead."
"Alright...?"
Wendy stood up and walked away as Frank and Diana remained. Frank knelt and tore the helmet off the frightened attacker with his metal arm. A woman with tribal-like markings on her face lay there still frightened.
"I take it you're a part of the Putrescent Mother thing.....why are you guys after her?"
"She's the one.....she's the perfect form....."
"What?"
"She has granted you immunity to our charms...she has tamed this beast....she's perfect..."
"English please?"
"You're not protecting her....you're holding her back...she's perfect...."
Frank stood up and turned to Diana.
"Drop her!"
"What?!"
Diana unfurled her wings and clenched the woman by her power armor tearing it apart and then taking off into the sky the cultist screaming as they ascended.
"What was that about?"
"She was....they were raiders. Followed us from Utah. They weren't expecting the ambush from-"
"AAAHHHH!"
THUD
"-From her."
"Oh...well....now what?"
"I sat we let her snack a bit, she earned it...and then we practice a bit more..."
"Sounds good."

Hi everyone! My boyfriend and I adopted a 2 year old dog from a rescue in July. We believe he is a mini poodle/mutt mix. The rescue had gotten him from a shelter in Texas and they said he did great in the rescue and had no issues with people or dogs. When we adopted him we started noticing he was super reactive on walks to dogs and people. We also noticed he resource guarded but only with other dogs. We started working with a trainer and he has improved immensely in these areas. The problem is the biting.
About 3 months into having him, he bit my mom and punctured her hand when she was reaching for a blanket near him on the couch. He had never bit anyone he was introduced to so this was shocking. Since then, he has snapped at a few people (luckily not making contact) if they are petting him. It is confusing because he is seemingly nudging them for pets and does not growl or show signs that we can tell before biting. Once we noticed this we muzzle trained him and keep him muzzled around anyone who isn’t me or my boyfriend. We also just tell others not to pet him and just ignore, because he doesn’t mind them if they aren’t touching him.
This was seemingly going good until tonight when he bit me. He’s an extremely affectionate and snuggly dog. Honestly more than any other dog I have seen. He loves pets from my boyfriend and I. But tonight while I was petting him (and once again he had iniated the contact) he snapped at me. I pulled my hand away and really his teeth just scrapped my finger, but it was still very scary. I feel if I didn’t move my hand fast enough it would be a deep bite. Immediately after he knew it was wrong and was trying to make up with me (he has always been like this after snapping at others too).
I am going to talk with his trainer obviously but wanted to get some opinions. Why does he do this is if he knows it’s wrong immediately? Why is he asking for pets if he is going to snap? Where are the warning signs? I am so sad because he is my best friend.

(19F) When I was about 12 or 13 I was ice skating with my friend. We were holding hands and she slipped and went down, I tried to pull her to break her fall but it took me down too and I landed on my right knee proposal-style. I don’t remember how long/severely hurt for or how it hurt for after that but I do remember I was very concerned. I never got it checked out. A year later I noticed my kneecap was swollen, no pain but I was scared that I had somehow popped my kneecap (thinking my precious injury had messed up something in my knee that made my kneecap now wonky and easily poppable). I tried pushing it to pop it back in but to no avail, and still no pain. My dad told me that it probably filled with blood underneath. It went away thankfully and never happened again. Since the injury, there’s a “divot” or “crack” in my knee that I can’t see but can feel clearly with my fingers and every time I bang my knee on that specific spot the pain is near excruciating. Could I still do something about this or has my knee already fused and now it’s stuck this way?

Hello everyone, me and my partner are in a relationship for nearly a year now. I live in the UK and I have a settled status, so I have the right to work and live in the UK. I've been here for 10 years. My partner is a EU citizen who works and lives in Germany and we want to move in together in the UK. We've done some research and we are very confused about what kind of a visa are we eligible for. We want to marry but we don't want to marry for the sake of a visa or settled status. Does anyone know what we can do? Thanks

Hi,
I'm currently having issues with Samsung Electronics AU failing to fulfil the deadline for a warranty claim. It's been over 6 weeks since the beginning of my warranty claim on 13/2/23 over a faulty S21 Ultra mobile phone with Samsung being 1 week overdue from they're designated due date. They're refusing to provide any delivery status updates, disregard my requests for callbacks from their case manager department and make no effort to find any alternative solution and are just giving me the run around.
I about to file a complaint to fair trading NSW, but I was wondering if anyone could advise me on how I can get these people to act? What other options do I have available to me?
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MORE INFO:
SERIES OF EVENTS
- 13/2/2023: Original device (Samsung S21 Ultra) was supplied to an authorised 3rd party technicians to assess an out of warranty claim. The S21 Ultra is listed to have IP68 protection rating and be water-resistant however the device was water damaged and Samsung Customer Service suggested getting the device assessed, at my own cost if I was found at fault or they would try to accomodate me based on the results. I recieve a text on 22/2/2023 from Samsung stating that my claim was under review.
- 27/2/2023: Samsung has found the device to be defective and has issued a free-of-charge exchange.
- 28/2/2023 - 2/3/2023: I liaise with the case manager from Samsung to organise an exchange device and the delivery details.
- 3/3/2023: Case manager processes the exchange and a S23 Ultra will be delivered between 7-14 businesses days. The SMS highlights if I require any further assistance I can contact via a provided email.
- 8/3/2023: I reach out to Samsung Electronics via email through the supplied email asking about delivery status and any tracking info. No response is given.
- 14/3/2023: I make a call to their customer service (1300 425 299) due to my concern from the lack of communication, service representative expresses that everything is fine and that we are still within the 7-14 days, but will request the VOC (case managers) to contact me. I send a follow up email, still no response.
- 21/3/2023: I call customer service to get an update, SR states that I should wait until 22/2/2023 as that is the last day of the delivery. I request tracking info, but they express they have no information but request a call back from the VOC.
- 22/3/2023: After not receiving the callback I call customer service to get an update and ask why I didn't get the callback. Still no update, another promise to get the callback and I mention that if I don't get the device delivered by the end of the day I will call them tomorrow.
- 23/3/2023: The proposed delivery timeframe has elapsed and replace device was not delivered, I contact support voicing my frustration at the lack of communication and transparency. They still don't have an update and express that only the VOC has the authority to action any from of action. I demanded to speak with the VOC but SR states they can't transfer the call and will escalate a request for call back. I send an email again asking what is going on and question why they have no responded to any of my emails or any of my callbacks.
24/3/2023-28/3/2023: I have been calling daily for updates, but SR give different reasons why the VOC can't call me back and that I need to wait 1-2 business days for a response, but I have made more than 7 request and have yet to get a call, SMS or an email.

Guys, I had the worst day. I was flat broke and went to dash in order to get my dogs food. I hadn't eaten at all today but my dogs come first. Did a couple orders, one was zero tip and one was 95 cents. I went to do a delivery that obviously had a small tip attached. It said to hand them the order. I'm just taking what I can get at this point. He opened the door and handed me some cash for a tip. 25 dollars for a 6 minute drive with a 2 dollar tip already attached. I got myself food and fed my dogs real good. I cried in my car because I already worked an 8 hour shift and I got to go home, feed my small family, and sleep. If everyone tipped appropriately, I wouldn't have cried over 25 dollars.

I am nearly 40. My YouTube account is something like 15 years old itself.
But lately there have been videos (even ones I’ve watched multiple times and have on playlist) that make me click a “are you sure you want to watch this? It has graphic content.” Warnings.
Literally listening to a playlist right now with YouTube premium (music playing in the background while my phone is closed) and I’m wondering why it’s not going to the next song
Oh because it’s “fed up” by Ghostmane and….apparently contains suicidal content or something?
Just let me sign a permanent waver. I don’t need warnings. I’m a grown ass man.