That Moment...

Spoiler: When you see your old football boots on sale

Ladies and gentlemen...Adidas Questraaaaa oh yeah. The memories...those right there are the 1995 edition...

 

TMW you realize there's a difference between giving up on trying to communicate with someone in hopes they will eventually realize what you have been trying to say, and giving up on someone because you see they are never going to understand and you no longer give a damn, and when you consign an SO to the latter category.

 

When you're walking round the store and realise your shirt is on inside out. So you regain your composure and walk with a swag that suggests you're embracing national inside out shirt day and its everyone else that has the problem.

 

... you get an email from amazon telling you your parcels are ready for collection from the locker at your local supermarket, 3 minutes before said supermarket closes.

 

TMW you have to retire your ventilated shorts, cause you finally
see that they are getting so bad in the back that you show off a
3/4 moon and some thigh. So yeah those shorts are beyond shot
at this point.

 

Extra ventilated!

 

Well the simple answer is either find a more solid pair of shorts, or
just go full nudist. Cause some of the holes in the other pair are
basically rendering them pointless.

 

Or find some cool underwear you want to show off.

 

Or use them to train your testikles to part evenly.

 

Please send me photos.

 

TMW you realize your inventory files for you multiple hard drives have gone missing.


Though immensely joyfully followed about 15-30 min later by TMW you find it in your back-up USB and realize that when you did your last save of it you moved the latest version of the files to the USB rather then copying them.
Boy, am I glad I won't have to redo them by scratch!

 

TMW some will laugh, and some will be like: "Who is that?!"

 

13yo me laughs, 33 yo me cringed a little.

 

TMW...

Journal: all submissions must meet our 1,500 word minimum

Me: -rechecks word count of submission-


Word count: 1,208

 

TMW you talk to your sister after a year long fight and cry hugging her.

 

TMW you google for a legit historical answer on a matter of religious belief ("Which pope decreed that...?") and find that you're likely chasing an urban myth but in doing so you accidentally fell into Yahoo Answers religious cesspit...

This is not a criticism of the religious, mind you. Quora is bad enough, but Yahoo Answers, no matter what the topic, seems to be largely populated by folk who try to put their ATM cards in sideways, can't find the "any" key on their computers, and generally have to eat with corks on the ends of their forks for their own safety.

 

I tried Yahoo! Answers when it was young, and my favorite answer I received was "The answer is out there. You have to look." Thanks, idiot. People voted it as the number one answer, and they closed the question before I got one legit suggestion.

It's their point system that rewards people for chiming in and for voting. It guaranties dumb answers from people who don't know the subject. It's infuriating. So I went back on and asked a very lengthy question about why idiots answer questions they have no business answering, and they took it down immediately.

 

That moment when your brain waits until you're asleep before releasing the floodgate on things you thought you'd stomped down and ya dream something impossible.

 

Nah, more like this:

 

Tmw a journal requires a headshot/selfie and you have none.... And you are also sitting on your couch in your pajamas and a bonnet....

 

TMW you walk with people who are scared of street dogs, their nervousness starts freaking out the dogs, you caress a dog or two and the dogs are on their way.