There was a place like this in Vancouver, no idea if it is still there.

The Elbow Room. “Food and service is our name, abuse is our game!”

One of our group asked for water, he got told his legs worked and he could get it himself. The food was amazing, although we did get told off for not finishing our plate.

Hopefully through their buttholes, not through their fingers and mouths.

Cure for me - in my arse.

A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.

She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.

Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.

I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.

Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.

Shower the horse, ya bum.

(Ciao adios - Anne Marie)

A few. Most recent is my neighbour.

There’s a colony of them off the coast of northern BC. It was started about twenty years ago for a study.

Granted, they are plastic and nailed down, but hey, who cares about details.

• Doesn’t do anything to accounts that raided a server, sending members gore and worse videos.

(Lost a good community in the aftermath, and at least one of the offensive accounts is still active!)

Had it for forty years, it was my CB radio call sign.

Reaching out and being ignored.