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batnbreakfast

Ncuti Gatwa & Hugh Skinner - The Importance of Being Earnest (National Theatre London)

behold-my-squees

The lil point at someone in the audience on the line “anyone who knows me intimately”

ruffboi-mags

and the way the other guy's gaze lingers on them in confusion before looking back to him XD

important-animal-images

poopinmybabyfood

a common epidemic amongst reddit users

luigis-slut

averageskeleton

I have a new creation that i must share with you all... Introducing SNAIL TAPE

This is originally based on a 90s magazine pattern I found, which I just had to try.

However, the pattern wasn't quite right; it turns out that scotch tape dispensers used to be quite a bit slimmer! So i tested a few changes, and below is an up to date pattern. With added antenna of course!

(This fits standard scotch tape dispensers fairly snuggly, so if you want a bit more room add some width to C.)

If you make one please attach a picture, so we can see the snail army grow...

averageskeleton

Time for... TURTLE

It's a bit more complex than the snail, but the results are worth it :)

sufficientlylargen

It always gets me that the name "Gandalf" literally just means "Wand-Elf" or "Stick-Elf". I'm imagining old Gondorians just being like:

Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.

Guard 1: What weird guy?

Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?

Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?

Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.

Guard 2: Yeah, that's the Stick Elf.

Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin' love the Stick Elf.

Librarian: The "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.

Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.

Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?

Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.

Guard 1: What'd the Stick Elf need a fuckin' goblin-fuckin' book for?

Librarian: I didn't ask. So you just call him "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.

Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin' dope pipeweed.

Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.

Librarian: How long has he been coming here?

Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He's, like, super old.

Guard 1: More like fuckin' centuries. Dude's old as balls.

Guard 2: Wait, really?

Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.

Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?

Guard 2: I think he's just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn't sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.

Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?

Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!

Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?

Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf's a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I'm still a little buzzed from it.

Guard 1: What'd I tell ya, fuckin' dope pipeweed!

Archivist: Also he's really old.

Guard 1: Old as balls.

Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.

Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.

Guard 1: Ooh, I'll bet he kicked fuckin' ass.

Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.

Librarian: And how much of this "fuckin' dope" pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?

Guard 1: No no, that's totally plausible. Dude's got weird elf powers and shit for sure.

Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king's birthday one year, too.

Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin' incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin' 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?

Guard 2: No, I think that's before I lived in Gondor.

Guard 1: Wait, you're not from here?

Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn't smell like horseshit.

Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?

Guard 2: Yeah, they're my uncles!

Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin' great æbleskiver!

Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, "Stick Elf" can't possibly be his real name.

Guard 1: Why not?

Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?

Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!

Archivist: I don't think a baby could carry that stick.

Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They're hella strong.

Archivist: It's not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!

Guard 1: My halberd's bigger 'n I am, I can hold it just fine.

Archivist: You're not a baby.

Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid "stick ELF"?! Presumably they know that their kid's going to be an elf!

Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn't think they grew beards.

Guard 1: How'd he get old as balls if he's not an elf?

Guard 2: His ears aren't that pointy. Maybe he's just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?

Guard 1: Did you just say "Numémoriam"?

Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.

Guard 1: You mean the fuckin' Númenóreans?

Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.

Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don't live THAT long.

Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin' stick around.

Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?

Guard 1: That's an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.

Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him "Stick Elf" would be weird whether or not he's an elf. In fact, it's even weirder if he's not - what human names their kid "elf"?

Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you're right, he probably does have another name.

Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.

Librarian: He's been coming here for decades and nobody's ever asked his real name?

Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he's Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf'.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!

Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?

Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond's over there. He's old as balls too, maybe he knows?

Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn't interru-

Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU'RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT'S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK'S NAME?

Elrond (coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?

Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!

Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir...)

Librarian: He's got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf', right?

Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.

Librarian: Oh.

Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.

Librarian: Oh.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah!

elodieunderglass

Stop posting workplace conversations on main

inthesensethat

hexthelex-deactivated20250420

This is true btw

letmeliedown

the podcast If Books Could Kill has a really great episode on the original book and its legacy! just a bunch of misogynist evangelical bullshit really

phantomrose96

Okay I have a story.

So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)

During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.

She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!

I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.

I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.

My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.

No. Me and Cat Pole.

It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.

Um.

Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.

Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.

Great.

Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."

I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.

After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.

I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"

My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.

This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.

I take a picture. I text her.

Okay.

I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.

I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.

My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.

phantomrose96

Update.

I receive a call from my mother in the middle of the day while I'm at work. I can't answer but I tell her I can call her back.

She texts me instead. Was there any return information on the cat pole? The Etsy seller responded and said he's never seen this thing in his life.

Okay.

There is in fact no return information, which I know for a fact because I scrutinized this thing up and down for any kind of "Happy birthday Chrissy!" note or "I promise this is a joke love Mom" that could have cued me in to what farce I was forcibly ensnarled in.

No information. No return address. Not from the Etsy seller, who I'd mentally profiled as some artisan of the ugliest hand-crafted cat paraphernalia possible and turns out, is some kind of t-shirt maker.

So if this is NOT from the Etsy seller and is NOT the missent present from my mom then I am left grappling with the reopened mystery of "Who the FUCK sent me this cat pole for my birthday." This comes with the spine-chilling possibility that this was an earnest, well-meaning, kind-hearted act of one of my friends who I may have already told about "my mom's butt-fucking-ugly-ass cat-pole gift."

Question also remains unanswered of "Where is my gift from mom."

Mom asks if Floor 2 David saw the mailman. Makes the point that the USPS would not deliver an unwrapped package, which makes sense and which I had not fully considered in the moment due to being poisoned with cat pole emotions. This answers even fewer things.

I make a net-zero of unanswered questions in the moment by reconsidering a different package which I did receive, and had thought was a later delivery from a friend, which I had not even considered could have been the Etsy gift from Mom because I really cannot overstate how much seeing the cat totem IRL resulted in a hostile takeover of 95% of my brain capacity. So that DIFFERENT package perhaps IS my mom's gift to me and leaves the cat pole... entirely unaddressed.

I need to text my neighbors about the false feline idol. I further poison my text history with the following.

And I receive a quick response.

My mom has apologized to the Etsy seller for cat-totem-pole related accusations.

Cat totem pole has been returned to the front hall to begin her new life as an ongoing source of strife between Molly's mother and Molly's father, I guess.

Here she is in all her glory.

God fucking bless

disgustinggf

girls only want one thing

bread

(tags via @lemeute

That'd get me.

But, it says there are books. What could go wrong?

theframedrabbit

#1910s #1911 fashion

morallyshay

Idk if this is actually funny or not. I don't usually do comics. (You probably have to be a monster romance girly.)

It came to me as I was going to bed last night and it was hilarious to me then. 🤷‍♀️

You guys tell me.

funny-tik-toks

aquilacalvitium

Happy Gandalf gets to lick a graham cracker Monday

nathleeng

@karinrebloggardjur

dozydawn

hedgehog ash tray set by walter bosse for herta baller, 1955.

zegalba

Masahisa Fukase: Sasuke!! Dear Cat (1979)

lovinmybaguettes

Acronyms

Here I have for you a pretty complete list (I think) of acronyms and their corresponding English acronyms or just their translation/definition. You definitely don’t have to know what each of them stands for, just knowing the acronym itself will do (and believe me, you’ll meet them regularly in daily French). To make it easier, I underlined the ones whose complete expression/meaning you should still know if you wanna learn them; some are used in daily life, some in more specific domains like geography and economics, and some are simply known by most French people even if the complete expression is rarely used; it’s up to you to pick the ones that’ll be useful to you!

ADN (acide désoxyribonucléique) = DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid)

ALENA (Accord de libre-échange nord-américain) = NAFTA (North American free trade agreement)

AOP (Appellation d'origine protégée) = PDO (Protected designation of origin)

APL (Aide personnalisée au logement) = Personal housing allowance

AVC (accident vasculaire cérébral) = stroke, cerebrovascular accident

BCBG (bon chic bon genre) = posh, preppy

BD (bande-dessinée) = comic, graphic novel

BO (bande originale) = OST (original soundtrack)

BTS (Brevet de technicien supérieur) = advanced technician’s certificate

CAF (Caisse d’allocations familiales) = welfare office, family allowance department

CDD (contrat à durée déterminée) = fixed-term contract, temporary contract

CDI (contrat à durée indéterminée) = permanent contract

Or CDI (centre de documentation et d'information) = school library

CM (cours magistral) = lecture (university)

CNED (Centre national d'enseignement à distance) = National distance learning center

CPE (conseiller principal d'éducation) = chief education adviser (secondary school)

CRS (Compagnie républicaine de sécurité) (un CRS) = State security police force, riot police

DDASS (Direction départementale des affaires sanitaires et sociales) = Department of health and social security

EDF (Electricité de France) = French national electricity supplier

EDT (emploi du temps) = timetable, schedule

ENA (Ecole nationale d’administration) = a business school in Strasbourg from which a lot of politicians graduate

ENT (Environnement numérique de travail) = virtual learning environment (most secondary schools and unis have it; you can check your homework, grades and timetable online, contact your teachers, see if any of them is absent…)

ESPT (état de stress post-traumatique) = PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)

EU[A] (Etats Unis [d’Amérique]) = US[A] (United States [of America])

DOM-TOM (Départements et territoires d'Outre-Mer) = Overseas departments and territories

FAQ (foire aux questions) = same acronym, the meaning was just adapted to still fit the letters in French

FLE (français langue étrangère) = French as a foreign language

FMI (Fonds monétaire international) = IMF (International monetary fund)

FN (Front national) = former name of the far-right political party (National front); now called “le Rassemblement national” (RN) = National rally

HLM (habitation à loyer modéré) (un HLM) = social housing

HS (hors service) = out of order, out of service

Or HS (hors sujet) = off topic, out of scope

IVG (interruption volontaire de grossesse) = abortion

JT (journal télévisé) = TV news

LEA (Langues étrangères appliquées) = AFL (Applied foreign languages) (I honestly added it mostly because it’s my major in uni hehe)

LR (Les Républicains) = the Republicans (right-wing party)

LREM (La République en marche) = Macron’s political party (centre party)

MJC (Maison des jeunes et de la culture) = community youth club and arts center

MST (maladie sexuellement transmissible) = STD (sexually transmitted disease)

NTIC (nouvelles technologies de l'information et de la communication) = NICT (new information and communication technologies)

OCDE (Organisation de coopération et de développement économiques) = OECD (Organisation for economic cooperation and development)

OGM (organisme génétiquement modifié) = GMO (genetically modified organism)

OMC (Organisation mondiale du commerce) = WTO (World trade organization)

ONG (organisation non gouvernementale) = NGO (non-governmental organization)

ONU (Organisation des nations unies) = UN (United nations)

OTAN (Organisation du traité de l’Atlantique nord) = NATO (North Atlantic treaty organization)

OVNI (objet volant non-identifié) = UFO (unidentified flying object)

PDV (point de vue) = POV (point of view)

PIB (Produit intérieur brut) = GDP (Gross domestic product)

PMA (Pays les moins avancés) = LDC (least developed countries)

or PMA (Procréation médicalement assistée) = ART (Assisted reproductive technology)

PNB (Produit national brut) = GNP (Gross national product)

PS (Parti socialiste) = left-wing party (Socialist party)

PV (procès-verbal) = ticket, fine (for traffic and parking)

QCM (questionnaire à choix multiples) = multiple-choice questionnaire

RAS (rien à signaler) = nothing to report

RIB (relevé d'identité bancaire) = bank details (document)

RNB (Revenu national brut) = GNI (Gross national income)

RSA (Revenu de solidarité active) = tax credits/welfare

SAV (service après-vente) = after-sales service

SAMU (Service d’aide médicale d’urgence) = paramedics ; SAMU member = EMT (Emergency medical technician)

SDF (sans domicile fixe) = homeless person

SIDA (Syndrome d’immunodéficience acquise) = AIDS (Acquired immune deficiency syndrome)

SMIC (Salaire minimum interprofessionel de croissance) = minimum wage

SNCF (Société nationale des chemins de fer français) = national French rail network (I hate them lololol)

SPA (Société protectrice des animaux) = society for the prevention of cruelty to animals (UK equivalent = RSPCA)

TD (travaux dirigés) = tutorial, seminar (college class in small groups)

TDAH (trouble du déficit de l’attention/hyperactivité) = ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) (I don’t see the acronym a lot, mostly just “hyperactivité” or “trouble de l’attention” but this is still the equivalent to the English acronym)

TGV (train à grande vitesse) = high-speed train

TOC (trouble obsessionnel compulsif) = OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder)

TP (travaux pratiques) = practical class (mostly in university or science classes in general)

TVA (taxe sur la valeur ajoutée) = VAT (value-added tax)

UE (Union européenne) = EU (European Union)

VIH (Virus de l’immunodéficience humaine) = HIV (Human immunodeficiency virus)

VO (version originale) = original language (movie, show…)

VOST (version originale sous-titrée) = subtitled version (any language for the subtitles)

VOSTFR (version originale sous-titrée en français) = subtitled version (French subs)

ZEP (Zone d'éducation prioritaire) = Educational priority area

ZES (Zone économique spéciale) = SEZ (Special economic zone)

#french #reference

tami-taylors-hair

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.

“A scam” people are fucking wild.

dragginage

This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, I’ve been there, and now I’m not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being “duped.” I couldn’t believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?

systlin

I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?”

So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.

And I don’t care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes.

flurrin

Do good recklessly.

solarpunk-gnome

I think “Do good recklessly” would be fantastic word art to hang on one’s wall. Artistic people, go!

7faerielights

So this has happened to me but from the other side. Several years ago when my oldest was around three or so, I had my debit card decline at Walmart. It wasn’t a scam or a mistake, I was genuinely broke. Out of money. I checked my bank and discovered I had something like 7 dollars left to my name and a hungry kid and nothing to eat at home. So I sat there trying to come up with the best way to stretch that tiny amount of money to feed my kid. Not even to feed me. I can live on popcorn or something if I have to but my kid was three and he had to eat. So there I am trying really hard not to cry while I slowly take things out of my basket to get it down to under 7 bucks, when a lady tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and she smiled at me and started putting the things back in my cart. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t have the money for them but she stopped me right away and said “Don’t worry about it. It’s gonna be fine.” Then she handed the cashier her credit card and said “Ring up all of it.” My kid got to eat because of her. I got to eat because of her. I had laundry soap and deodorant because of her. She could’ve just ignored me silently struggling in that line. She could’ve decided I was a scam and gone home feeling good about avoiding being duped. But instead she chose to help me and she saved us. So maybe the person struggling in front of you is trying to put one over on you or maybe they are just sad and broke and trying to figure out what to do. You get to decide which you want to believe and what you want to do. But I’ll tell y’all, no one has ever been more beautiful to me than that lady in that line who saved me and my baby. Be like her. Be beautiful.

29-pieces

Do good recklessly

lightningchaserarts

DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.

DO GOOD RECKLESSLY

averagemarvelbitch

One time, my dad and I were living the grocery store and there was a guy outside asking for money to buy some stuff to take home for his kids. It was around Christmas time. My dad asked him if he could give him groceries instead of money, and the guy immediately said yes, so my dad gave him one of everything we bought (meat, rice, some chocolates, milk, oil). At that time, my dad hadn’t gotten his paycheck because the company he worked for was going through a tough time, but he didn’t care, he saw an opportunity to help someone and he did.

Another time, my dad gave 50 bucks to a guy who said he needed to buy medicine for his kids. I told my dad he was probably going to spend the money on alcohol or something, but my dad said that “whether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mine”.

I never forget that.

tisfan

“whether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mine”

louder, for the people in the back

imfemalewarrior

Part of being a Warrior is doing good recklessly.

-FemaleWarrior, She/They

kendermouse

About a decade ago, I was trying to figure out how to put together a holiday meal for my little household, with only $7 to my name. We were joking around about it and stuff, because it’s better to laugh than cry, and this very nice older lady noticed us, and said it looked like we were having fun. I laughed, and told her what we were doing, and she insisted, then and there, on giving us $20 to help us out. We tried telling her we’d be fine, but she would not take no for an answer. It’s not the first time a stranger’s kindness has helped me during a rough time, but every time it’s happened, it’s made such a huge difference. If I refused to help out in turn when I can just because the person in need MIGHT be a scammer, it would feel like spitting on the kindness that was shown to me.