For me, there were several dollar store trinkets that already broke, and one toy for my kids that was a huge sparkly styrofoam mess waiting to happen, so I threw it out rather than curse anyone else with it.
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Always the combination lemmy.world + some shit like ‘the wife’ … guys you have heard that your partners are actual persons, not some abstract, always present, overly emotionally behaved construct like ‘the wife’?
Mine is also at times very unrational.
What will my mom say. O never mind… She’ll probably be happy for me. What will the people on the street think? (like I care) errrrrr I’m deleting this comment (lemmy doesn’t let you delete comments at all…)
Let her fuck it up. It’s XL, you can sand and refinish. It’s also just a board. You replaced the old tool due to mistakes probably made by both of you over time, intentionally or accidentally. In 1 year the new board will have similar scars, and the trivial nature of said scars will also haunt your own memories of past strife taken too seriously.
Spoken from personal exp
We can’t tell how OP broached the topic with their wife, so maybe they came across as condescending and accusatory, but I see nothing wrong with taking the old cutting board as the lesson learned and trying to do better at taking care of the new one.
Sounds like OP is prioritizing their relationship over the piece of kitchenware, but let them vent over it a bit! Definitely an overreaction on the wife’s part.
Nows your chance to upgrade to a hardwood board with no maintenance requirements. Eliminate strife on both ends.
Sounds like yall need some counselling.
We have an old bamboo cutting board that my wife bought and it’s been through Hell. It also bears no known emotional or sentimental value (which we’ll get to). Now, it’s all scarred up and soaked in all the odors and stains from years of abuse and neglect. It was also too small, and I always wished it was bigger.
I received a new, XL bamboo cutting board, which was at the top of my wishlist. It was perfect! I bought a fancy oil for it and everything. Then, I tried to lay down some ground rules with the wife for proper use and care of the board to prolong its usefulness by years.
My wife took it as a personal attack that everything she does is wrong. The replacement of the old board was emotionally taken as a replacement of some part of her. Then, she cried. The matter remains unresolved and the board will eventually make its way to either the trash or a new home because it’s now associated with some level of perceived scorn. All I wanted was something nice and to keep it nice. Fuck me, right?
Now, I want to cry.
It’s related to something else. Unless a fear of large cutting boards is involved.
It always is, isn’t it?!
(ps i go around copy pasting people’s DELETED comments to bring awareness to the fact you CANNOT DELETE COMMENTS)
Those damn onions. Ruining the cutting board!
Why do this?
Awareness is better as ignorance. The workaround is to edit first, then delete.
Be aware the delete function doesn’t.
There is a thing called marriage counseling, put that on your wishlist
Whirley-Pop.
Opend it up, realized it was a cheap piece of garbage. Went to return it to Amazon, and apparently it can’t be returnd.
I love some homemade stovetop popcorn, but it is way easier to make and clean up using a regular stainless pot than that POS.
You can get a new top with metal gears for cheap from their website. This thing is a tank and will never need to be replaced. Also for clean up it gets wiped out with a paper towel when cool, and placed back on the kitchen rack. Whirley-Pops are awesome. Simple does not equal cheap.
The one I got has metal gears. They are the main point of frustration. They don’t really make a full rotation without getting bound/jammed up. Slow, fast, or somewhere in-between, it always felt like I was fighting to get the only moving parts to move.
I’ve no problem with simple. I like simple. For me, this thing isn’t simple, it’s frustrating.
Maybe I just got a bad one. A lot of people seem to have an appreciation for it that matches yours. I’d be inclined to exchange it for a different one. Sadly, Amazon refuses to accept it as a returnable item.
I’ll have to look into the metal geared top. Mine has the plastic gears, and those have held up fine for me. Still, I wouldn’t mind an upgrade.
Aw man, I use one of those often. IDK what about it is garbage, it works great and hasn’t given me any issues in years.
Yeah my girlfriend loves her whirleypop. But I don’t know what Amazon trash they’re selling now hers is quite old
My grandmother got me some uranium because she knows I’m into reactors. I didn’t have the heart to tell her she got scammed & it was all depleted.
Lol so you threw it in the trash? 😹
Nah, he threw it on the ground. DUH!
That’s not my dad!
That’s a cell phone!
Thank goodness… I feel in good company on this site age-wise, then I’ll drop what I think is an obvious one and crickets
It’s a made-up story. Depleted uranium is a byproduct of uranium enrichment and places that do uranium enrichment aren’t even going to talk to you unless you have a host of government licenses. Depleted uranium only has a few applications like:
- Armor penetrating munitions
- Counterweights for aeronautics
- Ironically, as radiation shielding
This makes it very hard for collectors to obtain (it can take people years) and actual samples of DU are going to be more expense than regular uranium. The story makes as much sense as your grandmother buying cubic zirconia jewelry and being “scammed” with actual diamonds.
Well, the DU could have been scavenged from spent munitions a warzone after it had obliterated something.
woosh
Yeah I feel like this is some kind of reference I’m missing
Can a man truly be wooshed when he doesn’t possess the required knowledge in the first place? I say not. This is an unjust woosh.
NAY I SAY! This man cannot be wooshed for such a folley! Truly unjust, as you say.
I haven’t opened any Christmas presents yet. We’re having a late Christmas due to crazy schedules for everyone involved.
My neighbour gave me a TV. To be precise, he rushed it to me unannounced at the exact moment I was leaving to go to a party. I accepted as quickly as I could in an effort to still make my train.
It turns out it’s about 15 years old and I have no use for it. He’s a lovely man but I intend to post it as free to a good home then drop it at an e-recycling station if nobody is interested.
Is it a CRT? Big giant tube tv? They can fetch decent prices.
Nope, just an LCD. It’ll make you feel old but 15 years ago CRTs had already lost majority market share. Sony shut down its last CRT manufacturing plants in 2008.
I know, I’d kill to hear that sweet degaussing zap again.
My sister bought me a nice glass rig, then got drunk and stumbled into it, shattering it on the ground
Any attempts to make you whole after destroying your gift?
She’ll buy another one, but still lame
It’s not lame. You’ll miss that kind of Xmas in 20 years.
I’m actually just about to celebrate Christmas in the next hour or so. My dad’s health went downhill over the holidays and he needed to be moved to assisted living, so we had to delay Christmas for a bit.
I asked my family to get me gift cards because I don’t like receiving a bunch of trinkets/cheap toys. And the non-cheap “toys” I want are too expensive for my family to afford. So I’d rather they contribute cash toward something I really want.
Sounds like a good plan! I hope the event is a fun time, despite the hardships
Alcohol bottles (were full, now empty and in recycling, not trash)
Hooray for recycling!
The baked goods a lady from my dad’s church gave me. I don’t even know what they were; it tasted and looked like it was just a bunch of dallops of cake frosting sprinkled with almond dust. I don’t really eat sweets, and these offended my taste buds when I ate one. Nobody else wanted to take them off my hands so into the trash they went.
Meringues?
Maybe? I’ve never had meringue as anything other than what tops a lemon meringue pie, and that’s pretty fluffy and light and doesn’t really taste like frosting (butter cream frosting to be specific). These treats in question were fairly dense, and a bit crumbly. Could be meringue that’s dried out some, I guess.
I think that the other person was right about them being meringue.
There are a few different types of meringue that you can make, and there are also meringue cookies. I’ve had some before and they were almost exactly how you describe them.
À bottle of wine, but it’s now empty.
Hemingway-esque
My partner and I got scratch ticket packs for eachother for $38 total. I lost every ticket she won 20 dollar so we are starting the year 18 dollars short.
When I was 18, I worked in a convenience store. I was behind the counter with my manager and some lady decided to throw a few bucks at some dollar scratch tickets. I was behind silly and put my finger on the middle one and said it would get her at least five dollars. She laughed and took them out to her car. A few minutes later she came in looking like she saw a ghost. She asked how I knew and I just told her that I guessed. She won exactly five dollars on the ticket I pointed out.
As someone working in my family’s gas stations for the last two decades, this is something that happens at least a few times a month for me.
9 times out of 10 the big winners have sat and played on a roll until it hits something and they move on to the next making it nearly impossible for an average, non addicted customer to get anything. The gambling addicts will spend 200k to win 10k and jump up and down like the 10k winner is going to change they life.
Customers who always share their winnings, I point them to the ticket that hasn’t hit in awhile. Customers who aggravate me and bounce in front of people like someone pissing themselves at a slot machine, I lie and tell them a ticket hasn’t hit even if it has. It’s probably wrong, but my thinking goes that the longer a particular ticket has gone without hitting, the closer it is to a winner. Someone smarter than me can probably call me an idiot on that one.
Pointing people to winners (which is a total freak thing every time I do) has paid me probably 6k in the last 20 years. If decent folks think you assisted them in their luck, they always want to share in the luck.
I’m sorry I’ve pretty much just sat and typed nothing here. Too far in to back out now. :p
my thinking goes that the longer a particular ticket has gone without hitting, the closer it is to a winner
If the tickets were perfectly random, this would not be true. But they are not really random at all.
In reality, everything about the game has been carefully designed to control payouts and entice the consumer.
Don’t buy scratch tickets.
In Norway the profits are used to fund local football clubs for kids and such. It does not need to be exploitative and bad.
Why not? They’re fun and benefit numerous good causes, such as services for elderly citizens and low-cost prescription medication programs. No one of stable mind really thinks they’ll get rich, but it’s nice to win a few bucks here and there.
Even though some of the money goes to good causes, taking advantage of people who are addicted to gambling is not cool.
Now, that’s not to say that every single person who has ever bought a scratch ticket is an addict, but the whole thing is designed to take advantage of those who are not in their right mind.
I’m so happy to be in a wealthy community with very few gambling addicts these days.
I sold lottery tickets in a very very poor community and I swear they’d blow everything they had and then try to bum the clerk to keep going.
The difference is absurd too. I would sell 3-4k (that’s low too) in lottery tickets every day in a poor community. In a wealthy community I rarely sell 100 dollars in tickets in a day.
I know a man who would be living like a king if he wasn’t addicted. He retired from a pretty high position in the military and then the post office. Every time he gets his money he spends the first 4 days of the month spending at least 4k on tickets. His wife makes him keep just enough to live in their tiny beat up house and take care of the terribly mentally ill adult children (all in their 40s).
Gambling addiction is so crazy to me, I could never tell if anyone was addicted though at the counter. I used to work at a pharmacy with a lotto machine so that probably determined customers a bit. The older retired ladies coming in with their pouches was kind of charming and they weren’t very big spenders overall, they seemed to just enjoy organizing and managing it all.
Slot machines in casinos really affect me in a depressing way though, seeing rows of people just pressing buttons over and over while they stare at the machine I find disturbing.
I’m in Virginia and about 6 months ago I had some guys pop on here trying to get me to install those slot machines. They told me how much money the store could bring in, blah blah blah. I told them I’d rather die than sit here with people drooling and throwing their lives away. I’d feel like shit for every penny it brought in. Funny thing is, not long after they came in with the big pitch, the machines were outlawed haha. They were trying to do a quick dump before the law changed, the assholes.
Fortunately my uncle (the owner) is very religious and principled about such things.
He sells the tickets, but he has little things in place these days that keep the hardcore gambler away. No purchases on credit or debit cards, standing and scratching is considered loitering.
I was in line at a convenience store the other day, when the person in front of me bought a dozen or so scratch tickets. Normally, I wouldn’t have gave it a second thought, people gamble. But what made it stand out to me was that the person made the cashier just immediately scratch the QR code square and scan the ticket. Like, the person didn’t even touch the tickets. Just handed over the money, and made the cashier do the work. Not only that, but the cashier didn’t even bat an eye; as this seemed like a normal occurrence to them. And the person in front of me didn’t win anything, they just walked away with nothing.
So not only was it extremely sad to see this person, who is clearly addicted to gambling, waste their money. But, seeing how the industry has made it so easy and fast for someone to piss their money away was quite disgusting. These people don’t even play the game on the cards now. They just scratch off the code and scan it. Just sad all around.
Yeah they are always a loss overall but since we didn’t buy other gifts this year it was just to have a little chance at winning.
Sometimes it’s the dreams that are worth the price.
We call them a “stupid tax” but infrequently buying them is pretty harmless. I don’t mind group lotto either it can be fun to buy in and run the numbers out over a course of a few months. There’s some charity lottos I’ve done before.
All the chocolate is already down the toilet, or on my waistline.
Ah, the old “either went to waste or went to waist.”
Bottle of scotch. It is in the trash because I have finished it.
You really should recycle
It shall be, haven’t need to the shop yet to deposit it in the glass receptical.
The lady and I started just buying our own gifts and profusely thanking each other for them a few years back. So. Nothing.
It’s nice because there are still gifts under the tree, without the angst of shopping and the likelihood of disappointment.
My wife and I have decided to adopt the Icelandic tradition of buying each other books, and opening them on Christmas Eve. We then have a wonderful quiet read that evening.
We might buy each other small presents aside from the books, but nothing is expected or required.
This is what my wife and I do but we also usually throw in a surprise too.
Candy wrappers because I ate the candy.
