Receipt car sample

Anyone know what the samples at the start of "Ignorant shit" are?
They are "Man, ease off the gas, fool", "We seem to be defying gravity, my man", and "The car is on fire Playa!"
For some reason I keep thinking they're from Crazy Taxi, but I don't think they actually are

ALL CHARACTERS AND PARTNERS ARE 18+.
Hi there! I’m 26, central US timezone, and female! Title is self explanatory. Looking for roleplay between a female F1 driver and her team principal. Also willing to switch your character’s role to mechanic, press officer, etc. Looking for lots of drama and romance. Drama between the media, the team, and fans as their relationship grows more and more off track and gets exposed to the real world.
THIS IS SAFE FOR WORK ONLY.
Message me with your age, timezone (US Timezones or similar are preferred), and a sample of your writing!
Partner requirements: must be 23-35 - Must play male (IRL gender doesn’t matter)- write in third person - at least two paragraphs - I only write on Discord - must be able to post once a day to every other day. Communication is key, please let me know if you’re going to be busy for longer than a day or two or if you’re no longer interested. NO AI ART OR WRITING.
All characters are 18+
Below is a sample starter if you want to use it for your sample as well! Also included after it is my character description. Team can also change!
This was possibly the most nerve wracking qualifying morning that Eliza had ever faced before. Media day and practices had already been quite overwhelming. Every news outlet wanted to talk to her, about her, and then there were all the brand and team promotions on top of what she was actually there to do. Practices had gone alright, maybe not the best, but they certainly weren’t the worst. Yet Eliza knew she could do better. Maybe it was the nerves or how exhausted she’s been feeling lately, but she needed to shake it off. People were already starting to doubt her and question the team for her joining. She needed to prove herself in this qualifying session and the race.
But first was more time with the media. It was a long morning of getting herself all dolled up. She hadn’t shown up to the paddock wearing anything but something fashionable. She was treating her entrances like a runway, similar to Lewis Hamilton, but she tried to keep it within team colors always wearing something red or with the logo. This time she opted for an all black outfit with some red and gold jewelry pieces. Her hair was straighter and her makeup done lightly, a hint of a pastel papaya colored her eyes.
Once she was done, it was hopping into her car and being driven to the track by a good friend. Alexa happily signed things once she got out of the car and made her way into the paddock, quickly scanning her badge and smiling to all the photographers that snapped her entrance as she made her way to the Ferrari hospitality for her schedule.
Character Description
Name: Eliza Conners
Occupation: Driver for Ferrari
Age: 21
Date of birth: April 4th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: British/Swedish
Physical Appearence
Height: 5’3"
Weight: 115 lbs
Eye colour: Ocean blue
Skin colour: Fai Warm Alabaster
Hair colour: blonde
Hair style: long, mid back
Piercings: basic ears
Spoiled, dramatic, sassy, used to getting what she wants, loves all the attention being on her, hosts a mean dinner party, gives ‘The Man’ by Taylor Swift energy
Personal Sponsors: Victoria’s Secret, Dior, Chanel, Charolette Tilbury

Anyone know what the samples at the start of "Ignorant shit" are?
They are "Man, ease off the gas, fool", "We seem to be defying gravity, my man", and "The car is on fire Playa!"
For some reason I keep thinking they're from Crazy Taxi, but I don't think they actually are

Hi there! I’m 26, central US timezone, and female!
SAFE FOR WORK ONLY.
Message me with your age, timezone (US Timezones Preferred), what plot idea you’re interested in, and a sample of your writing!
Partner requirements: must be 22-38 - Must play male (IRL gender doesn’t matter)- write in third person - at least two paragraphs - decent grammar and punctuation- must be able to post once a day to every other day. Communication is key, please let me know if you are going to be busy for longer than a day or two or if you are no longer interested. No asterisks for actions. Dialogue should be in quotations. NO AI ART OR WRITING.
I’ve been craving a good enemies to lovers roleplay for awhile now and what’s a better enemies to lovers roleplay than something revolving around the mafia?
Plot idea #1: Your character has recently taken over the family business. My character is a college student on a study abroad trip that happens to see something they weren’t supposed to. Y/C’s men that were handling the deal take her back to the main ‘headquarters’ and keep her locked up, leaving Y/C to deal with her.
Plot idea #2: Your character is in a small gang that is tasked with kidnapping the naive daughter of a mob boss that stole money from another. Basic idea, can be fleshed out more together.
Plot idea #3: your character would be a police officer that’s gone undercover with some small local gangs to bust a couple of drug dealers and whatnot. Having done such a great job there, he is offered a bigger mission and if he takes it, when he returns to his actual station, he will get a bigger raise, new car, K-9 unit, some sort of special thing that he’s been working towards. This bigger mission would be infiltrating a bigger mafia family that seems to be running all these smaller ones. Thanks to some forged documents, lies spread around, and some of the actual dirty work he has done over the last six months, the head of the family invites him to a nightclub to chat. The chat leads to the offering of a position within the family, a personal bodyguard for the mob bosses daughter after the situation that happened with her last one. It’s his first break through and they’re welcoming him with open arms. Does he accept?

I have to confess that I spend way too much time on this subreddit but it’s been very helpful to read all your posts and experiences.
I came to the US under a J-1 Visa and then I changed my status to an F-1 (my now husband was my sponsor for it).
We got married a week ago and I'm trying to get all my paperwork together to start my GC process, so far this is what I have:
• Financial: Joint bank account, we are both authorized users of each other's credit cards, he is my financial boarding and school sponsor for my visa and he sends me money every month for my expenses.
• Joint ownership of a car and shared insurance.
• Proof of living together: We lived together for a couple of months and we have DL matching, mail, a lease under his name on that address, and all my previous documentation for USCIS was under that address. We were doing long distance for 6 months but we have flights tickets and photos to prove that we were seeing each other. Now we have a new address and we have a matching DL all our documentation is under the same address and a joint lease + Amazon orders etc.
• Proof of Bona Fide relationship-marriage: + 50 pictures (not that many with family or friends) but we do have some trips together, wedding and honeymoon pictures, and different events like soccer games, dinners (and reservations for it). Couple of social media posts, call logs, facetime screenshots, and screenshots of our conversations since we started dating (one for each month). We also have itineraries for our trips, hotel bookings, gift receipts, expensive dinner recepicts, Spotify, Amazon, and Instacart shared accounts, BFF on Snapchat screenshots.
• 4 Affidavits from friends (I heard that USCIS doesn't like family affidavits).
It will that on top of the forms and the other type of paperwork that is mandatory.
What do y'all think is this enough or do I need to consider something else?

It’s been a long time I wanted to submit this story to the Potato Queen herself!
It’s a long story, actually it’s two stories in one, because as it involves the same person over more than decade long, it’s worth telling the whole story all at once (and it makes it may more fun too!). I decided to share it because it’s the kind of story that doesn’t seem to happen very often.
Below you will find goodies about an ex, a wedding, a dress, a delivery company and more! Please simply be mindful English is not my first language, trying my best to entertain you all the same.
This story goes back a long way, when (let’s name him) Frank (M) and myself (F) were both in college (both 17 at the time, we’re now 33), young and naive teenagers. We started as friends and eventually decided to be together. We then decided to move to another city together, as I was about to start university.
It went well for a while and then started to go south. So, long story short, after about two years together, we decided to break up. It wasn’t a mean breakup or anything, I think we were mostly disappointed it didn’t work out. Anyway.
We live in the province of Quebec. For those who don’t know, there is this weird tradition of starting and ending about any lease on July 1st. I have no idea why, but Canada’s Day has always been for anybody moving, in this province, a synonym of sweating under the sun, moving boxes, lifting heavy things and ending the day with cold beer and cheap pizza in a new and probably not so clean apartment. Why this context? Because we broke up two weeks before July 1st. It means it was virtually impossible to find another apartment so close to this date. We were about 7 hours away from both our families living on the countryside. We were also awfully broke students. We decided to give it a chance at being roommates.
Yes, it was super awkward at first, really not easy to manage to say the least. We were walking on eggshells and were definitely on edge for a while. There were also some pretty awkward situations, like this one time he decided to bring a one night home as I was sleeping in the adjacent room. Not only that, but the shameful phone call he had to make, waking me up in the middle of the night, so I could unlock the front door because he had forgotten his keys to find out he had brought home an acquaintance of mine. Nowadays I find this story delightfully funny tbh. But on that night, as I couldn’t go back to sleep because the gal decided to show off how an amazing singer she could have been —because, oh boy, this voice carried loudly all the way to my ears for more than an hour — I did not find it funny. I was furious, but prepared myself for the eventuality it would ever happen again. Do you remember the “Tiny Wall Challenges”? Let’s just say I had some games ideas after that night.
Anyway, anybody would probably have walked away but we still deeply cared for each other. We even did better than just survive through this whole year as roommates, we decided to move into a bigger apartment with two other friends. Believe it or not, we stayed there two more years. Moreover, these years were some of the best years and I still keep lots of good memories from this period.
Fast forward to the second part of the story. After being roommates for years, at some point we parted ways and lived our lives. We maintained contact throughout the years and when Frank finally started dating his wife to be, I was absolutely happy for him. He asked her to marry him and she said yes! Our friendship still held such a high place in both our hearts that he asked me to be one of his groomsmen, with his other best friend and his little brother. I felt so honoured, as I was technically a female, to be chosen to be on his side at the wedding.
The bridesmaids chose matching dresses in a beautiful forest green, all from a specialized website from UK, and I was to also be in a dress on the groom’s side, but matching the colour of the other groomsmen suits. With Frank, We all shopped together for their suits, chose a beautiful dark grey for his and a light grey for us, and we were able to match it perfectly with clothing samples I ordered from the website. Everything was going as planned. That being done, I ordered the dress, considering buying two inches heel shoes to go with it. It would take about four months to be done and the dress would arrive about a month and a half before the wedding. I decided to wait for the dress to arrive to pick shoes to go with it.
Four months passed, and I finally received a notice that the dress was on its way. The bridesmaids dresses arrived a bit before mine and they were all absolutely beautiful. As we all ordered from the same shop, we were able to choose different dresses that suited each of our styles, with identical fabrics that made the whole thing look fantastic.
I received the delivery’s notice, saying it was to be delivered by DHL. (If you never had to deal with this delivery company before, let’s just say this in itself is a red flag, but what could I do.)
I chose a delivery date that I could be home all day. I awaited their arrival, and waited. At some point I received a notification that they couldn’t deliver it because there was an error in the address. I called DHL customer service as soon as I read it and could verify with the clerk on the phone that there was no error on the original delivery address and that actually, internally, they miss-wrote a letter of the postal code. The person assured me that the delivery person would be notified and they would then be on their way back.
I waited. It never came.
The next morning, I received a notification that, unable to deliver it, the expeditor had agreed to DESTROY the package! I screamed! Why in the world would the UK online shop allow to destroy a custom made dress that took four months to do?! And why the hell the delivery service didn’t make any other attempt after being responsible of the address error in the first place. I was beyond mad. I called DHL, they confirmed someone at the company had agreed on the destruction of the item. I wrote to the person I was in contact with from the beginning at the online shop (this lovely clerk who clearly never asked for any of this). Over there, they couldn’t find who the hell agreed to this insane request to destroy the dress. They were also appalled and didn’t understand how it could have happened. They could put a request to redo the dress rush, but we first needed to either try to stop the destruction from happening by going to the DHL warehouse directly, or to obtain a proof from DHL that the dress was irreversibly lost forever.
It felt surreal! The fiancées were both furious too. There was only one DHL warehouse we could go to do this kind of request in the city and it was really far. As the clock was ticking, they jumped in their car, joined me, and to the warehouse we went, arriving a few minutes before closing like an epic movie scene. The clerk there was mind blown by the whole situation. It seemed we were too late and the best we could do was to have the proof that, in their system, the dress had effectively transited and was destroyed.
With photos as proof in hand, I forwarded everything to the clerk of the online dress shop. Days passed, as they were awaiting the okay to start sewing a new dress. They were really trying their best to help the situation but it seemed to be a mess over there about the whole situation. We were now a month before the wedding. At some point, I was starting to panic. They finally agreed to redo it, but it would be waaaay too close before the wedding to receive it. Like a few days before kind of close, if nothing happened in transport this time.
I decided to go shopping for another dress. I spent a whole day trying to find the perfect grey that would fit the other groomsmen suits. In the last possible boutique, there was one dress checking all the criteria. I bought the new one and wrote to the first shop, hoping they would agree to refund the lost dress.
I took an appointment later that week to do the adjustments on the new dress. I then shopped for shoes. I found a cute pair with one inch heel that would be perfect for me. I’m not used to walking with heels, so the lower the better after all.
Like all this turmoil wasn’t enough, my family called and told me that my grandfather’s health suddenly decreased. Remember? Seven hours drive from family. I canceled some plans and bought a ticket for the night’s bus ride right after the dress fitting. On that morning, the UK shop agreed to refund the dress. That part was a big relief. I went to the dress fitting. At last, three weeks before the wedding, The second dress would be ready in about seven days. I came back home to gather some things to get back out to catch my bus.
But suddenly, the doorbell rang.
I opened.
Some DHL delivery man casually gave me a package and left.
Yes. That’s what you think.
I closed the door, went to my room, sat on the bed, opened the bag. It was indeed the first dress. I had a melt down. I cried so hard. I put the dress down, looked at it, told it “I’ll deal with you when I come back” and went away to the bus station.
Few days later, coming back from the family, I collected the second dress and dealt with the first one, which no longer fitted the length of the shoes! My MIL at the time knew an old lady who was lovely enough to accommodate me and do the fitting of the first one for a as modest price. I decided to keep it a secret until the wedding day. (These friends wouldn’t do any drama about reveals etc, nor would they think it was stealing any of their thunder, don’t worry about that.)
On the wedding morning, I effectively surprised the bride and groom with both dresses. They were mind blowed, flabbergasted to say the least! I put the original one for the official photoshoot and discretely changed right after dinner for the other one. People around that had followed the incredible adventures were laughing out loud and finding it hilarious that I decided to wear both of them as I had so much troubles!
Quite a story with dresses and with an ex, right? Guess what, I’m also the godmother of their first child!

I am not a shill. But I believe in the company. So much so that I am a repeat customer and a shareholder. No, I am not brokering deals for family...my wife and I purchased these ourselves. I've had a major medical event and decided that some of our life savings was better used improving the lives of our loved ones. So the kids and parents got new (to them) cars courtesy of Carvana. My sister in law started a home daycare and we got her an 8-passenger highlander for school pickup. The wife and I picked up a 1400 mile 2021 Miata this past March because....why not? I sold a car to them in that same transaction.
Everyone is sharing their experience, so I will share mine. My Carvana experience started with an emergency need to replace a car for my brother in Texas late 2022. I didn't want to go pound the pavement all over the Austin area. This netted us a 2013 Scion xB with 51,000 miles. The vending machine was broken that day. That was sad.
The thing for me is that I am not running all over town often dealing with sleazeball salespeople. My selections aren't limited to what is on lots in the radius I want to drive to see it. I am not arm wrestling dealers for carfaxes to analyze on the spot, haggling, or trying to get them to think I am serious wearing jeans and sandals. Yes, this was a thing at a luxury make dealer a few years ago. I bought a Ford Maverick in April for my son. For those of you that know these are hard to come by and every dealer seems to think they are entitled to 5 grand over MSRP (or more on used). This was by far the best experience because I paid less than what they were going for on the lots here and didn't have to strong arm local dealers about it. I paid the $1990 shipping and still came out ahead of what I would have paid locally.
To date:
2 cash picked up from Austin, Texas and Daly City, CA vending machines.
5 Bridgecrest financed machines delivered to my door.
Sold them my 2019 Mustang GT when I did the aforementioned Daly City pickup.
Bought 200 shares of CVNA stock in December 2022 at 3.80/share.
Delays seemed to happen in 3 places: When things were left in my court (i.e. trying to push delivery out a month so I can get on a plane to receive the car or doing the manual ACH funds verification thing versus linking my bank or calling them on the phone), when the windshield is chipped or needs replacement, and when the vehicle had open recalls. Certain US states make dealers fix the recalls before they can be resold. Carvana is kind of cagey about this. Example: Our 2023 Highlander had a recall for the front bumper. Carvana replaced the front bumper (delayed it a week)( but didn't re-drill the holes for the front license plate.
One word of advice: If you are thinking about selling your car and your registration expiresin the next 60 days you will need to go renew it. I am not talking about going online and paying it. They need the actual legit DMV registration renewed and DMV receipt. I learned this the hard way and had to go stand in line to get it.
I became a Progressive customer with the first one. For each subsequent ones I logged into progressive once I finalized the order, snagged insurance and had it uploaded in 30 minutes.
Bridgecrest is right up there with Toyota Financial in terms of ease of working with.
Anyway - long rant. Here for support. Enjoy your rides!

Hi all. I saw the following thread but since its closed, posted a new one. Apologies if incorrect, as this is my 1st post here.
Lots of good stuff in there, but seems my Lifetime Powertrain Warranty company is still trying to screw me over. I have Fidelity, and have kept logs and receipts of all my work. Only one actual autoparts store receipt didn't have the mileage written on it, but its on the log with the date, cost, etc.. My transmission went out, and dealership has been contacting the warranty company on my behalf. Now I find out the warranty claim is being denied, because the autopart receipt is insufficient, because they have no way to verify that I did the actual work. The CSR for Fidelity said I needed to have a repair facility perform it.
I never got this contract from the selling dealership, much less ever signed the documents (I have all of what I signed and its not in there). I had to contact the original dealer to get the warranty info 2 weeks ago (bought in 2019). The sample contract they sent me, doesn't state anywhere that i needed to bring it to any repair facility, just that I needed to keep all records, receipts, invoices, and perform maintenance according to manufacturer's schedule. I even referenced the Mag-Moss Act (I'm also in Florida), but they werent' budging.
Other than a lawyer, any other tips or suggestions?

I will continue to update this post as reviews come in.
Rotten Tomatoes: Rotten
Critics Consensus: N/A

	Score	Number of Reviews	Average Rating
All Critics	25%	24	5.00/10
Top Critics	14%	14	5.30/10

Metacritic: 43 (16 Reviews)
Sample Reviews:
Time will tell, but for now there’s enough reason for devotees of the series to be cautiously optimistic — and even a little curious — about the next two chapters. - Michael Nordine, Variety
It’s a pat retread of all the violence from the original film, with no emotional investment and no creativity in the mayhem department. - William Bibbiani, TheWrap
The hapless script — written by Alan R. Cohen and Alan Freedland and based on the original — offers nothing fresh in a tiring 91 minutes, and nothing daring to justify a new “Strangers” film, let alone a new series... - Erik Piepenburg, New York Times
The original “Strangers” made the walk to the parking lot after feel weird, or inspired some securing of doors and windows at home. Not so with the rote stylings of the new film. - Mark Olsen, Los Angeles Times
For what it is, “The Strangers: Chapter 1” isn’t bad. What’s bad is what it is. 2/4 - Mick LaSalle, San Francisco Chronicle
“The Strangers: Chapter 1” is a well-paced, 91-minute thrill ride that provides a steady helping of jump scares while ending on a note that has us eagerly anticipating the next chapters in the saga. 3.5/4 - Richard Roeper, Chicago Sun-Times
The charms and limitations of “The Strangers: Chapter 1” are proportionate to pretty much cancelling the movie out entirely. 2.5/4 - Adam Nayman, Toronto Star
While definitely an easy watch, Harlin’s film will leave fans of the original wanting more than Chapter 1′s somewhat uninspired and par-for-the-course delivery. - Sarah-Tai Black, Globe and Mail
There’s something almost contemptuous about it all, a “this will do, right?” shrug of a thing that audiences should instantly reject with a loud “no, it won’t”. 2/5 - Benjamin Lee, Guardian
Whereas Bertino’s original was sleek, sinister and deft, this do-over is noisy, dull and dumb as a bag of rocks. - Nick Schager, The Daily Beast
Yes, the masks are great. And yes, home invasions will aways be scary. But when it comes to messing with genre classics, your answer to “Why remake a near-perfect film?” can’t be “It was here.” C+ - Alison Foreman, indieWire
Harlin’s film thinks it's "improving" on the original by filling in blanks that are blank for a reason, scrubbing away what The Strangers fans hold dear about Bertino’s remarkably revolting mirror to humanity. 2.5/5 - Matt Donato, Inverse
This film’s approach to slasher film mayhem is liable to induce some serious déjà vu. 1.5/4 - Mark Hanson, Slant Magazine
Chapter 1 doesn’t establish enough of its own identity to make it memorable or set it apart, but it’s just functional enough to raise curiosity for where we’re headed next. 2.5/5 - Meagan Navarro, Bloody Disgusting
SYNOPSIS:
After their car breaks down in an eerie small town, a young couple (Madelaine Petsch and Froy Gutierrez) are forced to spend the night in a remote cabin.
Panic ensues as they are terrorized by three masked strangers who strike with no mercy and seemingly no motive in THE STRANGERS ― CHAPTER 1, the chilling first entry of this upcoming horror feature film series.
CAST:

• Madelaine Petsch as Maya
• Froy Gutierrez as Ryan
• Gabriel Basso as Gregory
• Ema Horvath as Shelly

DIRECTED BY: Renny Harlin
SCREENPLAY BY: Alan R. Cohen, Alan Freedland
STORY BY: Bryan Bertino
BASED ON THE STRANGERS WRITTEN BY: Bryan Bertino
PRODUCED BY: Alastair Burlingham, Charlie Dombek, Gary Raskin, Christopher Milburn, Mark Canton, Courtney Solomon
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Dennis Pelino, Renée Willett, Paul Weinberg, Roy Lee, Kia Jam, Andrei Boncea, Dorothy Canton, Alan Freedland, Alan R. Cohen, Madelaine Petsch
CO-PRODUCERS: Mark Frazier, Johanna Harlin, Rafaella Biscayn
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: José David Montero
EDITED BY: Michelle Harrison
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Adrian Curelea
COSTUME DESIGNER: Oana Draghici
MUSIC BY: Justin Burnett, Òscar Senén
US CASTING BY: Mary Vernieu, Sydney Shircliff
UK CASTING BY: Alex Johnson
RUNTIME: 91 Minutes
RELEASE DATE: May 17, 2024

Here is my story! "Screw your story!" tl;dr is at the bottom in bold
I lost my full-time office job earlier this week. Apparently, calling out of work on a regular basis is frowned upon. Who would've thought?
I'm in a sticky situation. I live in a rural area and have no car or license. I had a reliable ride to/from work thanks to a neighbor who worked at the same place. But now I'm unemployed and basically stuck on a farm (not my farm) in the middle of nowhere.
I've been brainstorming the past few days. Job options are extremely limited out here. My neighbor said, "Why don't you look for something that you can do from home?"
That's when it hit me. I remembered doing part-time SEO copywriting work a few years ago. I had emailed a client who was looking for a copywriter, I ran through some writing tests, passed, and began picking up work. I was making $10 for every 1,000 words.
I pulled up Google docs earlier this morning. I didn't realize just how much I had written. Somewhere around 100,000 words in a year's time of part-time SEO copywriting. It was a nice little side gig. But it's as if this opportunity just vanished into thin air...
Why did I stop doing the copywriting work? I am by no means a professional copywriter. But I'd like to become one. I genuinely enjoy the writing work. But it was just a part-time gig at the time. I had other priorities. I wanted my free-time back. The pay just wasn't worth the time I was putting into it. I had (somewhat of) a life.
This whole "getting fired" thing may have been a "blessing in disguise." I had almost completely forgotten about my little 1-year stretch doing copywriting work. I had a blast doing it. But I was in no situation to make it a full-time opportunity at that time.
Times have changed. I'm unemployed with limited savings. I'm stuck in the boonies. I realize it takes a long time to become an expert copywriter. I am willing to put in the work. I know there are many layers to this field. I'm a patient person.
If you actually read through my whole story, what the **** is wrong with you? Kidding, if you made is this far, thanks for reading!
tl;dr
I have samples of my work in Google docs. But I haven't created a portfolio. As a beginner, do I need to go all-out on a website right from the start?
My (limited) experience is in SEO copywriting. But I'd like to explore other options. Is it recommended to "play the field" or do I need to find a niche immediately?
How much studying did you do at the beginning? Did you frequent a lot of blogs, podcasts, online courses, etc.? What do you recommend?
I've heard about a discord server for copywriters. Should I join that? Beneficial at all?
Is copywriting at risk due to AI???
Thanks for the help!

I did a pickup order for a large group. I waited a few minutes for the food as expected, and when I got in my car I opened the app so I could check and see if I had everything. The screen said $0 charge and showed the order was unfulfilled. I am trying to find help on the app, but when I click the order it says "content not currently available in your area" and "there is no receipt because you were not charged."
I feel bad taking all this food for free. What do I do?

i saw on a thread here that jvne herself was the one speaking, but i find that really hard to believe.

Hello everyone! I have to confess that I spend more time in this subreddit than I would like to admit lol.
I came to the US under a J-1 Visa and then I changed my status to an F-1 (my now husband was my sponsor for it).
We got married a week ago and I'm trying to get all my paperwork together to start my GC process, so far this is what I have:

• Financial: Joint bank account, we are both authorized users of each other's credit cards, he is my financial boarding and school sponsor for my school, and he sends me money every month for my expenses.
  
• Joint ownership of a car and shared insurance.
  
• Proof of living together: We lived together for a couple of months and we have DL matching, mail, a lease under his name on that address, and all my previous documentation for USCIS was under that address. We were doing long distance for 6 months but we have flights tickets and photos to prove that we were seeing each other. Now we have a new address and we have a matching DL all our documentation is under the same address and a joint lease + Amazon orders etc.
  
• Proof of Bona Fide relationship-marriage: + 50 pictures (not that many with family or friends) but we do have some trips together, wedding and honeymoon pictures, and different events like soccer games, dinners (and reservations for it). Couple of social media posts, call logs, facetime screenshots, and screenshots of our conversations since we started dating (one for each month). We also have itineraries for our trips, hotel bookings, gift receipts, expensive dinner recepicts, Spotify, Amazon, and Instacart shared accounts, BFF on Snapchat screenshots.
  
• 4 Affidavits from friends (I heard that USCIS doesn't like family affidavits).
  

It will that on top of the forms and the other type of paperwork that is mandatory.
What do y'all think is this enough or do I need to consider something else?

So, I was walking around Dubai Media City and had just finished my lunch at McDonald's when suddenly this guy stopped his car and asked how to get to Sheikh Zayed Road so he could reach the airport.
I told him which way to go, and then he asked me how long it would take to get to the airport. After I answered his questions, he thanked me and asked me which country I was from. He then mentioned that his wife in Italy was also from my country (he really knows about my country, from city and even talked some native words)....
He then offered me some perfumes as a gesture of gratitude, explaining that he wouldn't be able to take them through airport security. Initially grateful, especially seeing the "Emporio Armani" brand, I asked if he was sure. He insisted and even gave me another one, a women's perfume for my wife.
He mentioned he was a "Sales Director" in Dubai for just a week, and these were sample perfumes. He showed me his meeting invitation letter, a business card with the name "SAVIO" (forgot his last name), and had a suit in the backseat with his Armani suitcase
As I was about to accept the "gift," he then offered me a watch (which looked fake right away) in exchange for buying him 10 rims of Marlboro cigarettes from the grocery, claiming they would be very expensive in Italy due to taxes. I asked why he couldn't buy them himself, and he explained he didn't have cash and was only using a company credit card
At this point, I remembered so many threads on Reddit about the "Armani Guy," but instead of suits, this one involved cigarettes.
Since it was a hot blazing afternoon, and my building was nearly a 10-minute walk away, a bright, or rather, a stupid idea came to mind. I told him I would buy the cigarettes and asked him to take me to a nearby grocery store. We drove for about 2 minutes, and I asked him to wait in front of a building. (This building didn't have a grocery store; my office building was just next to it.)
I told him I would withdraw some cash and buy the cigarettes afterward. Instead, I went inside the building, exited from the backside, and went to my office next to the building.
From my office, I could see his car waiting there for about an hour...lol.
The guy must have missed his "flight."

I got HSRP fitted in my car today. So some things to share...
Get it done ASAP.
Use only bookmyhsrp or SIAM. The former works well.
Beware of fake websites, there are a ton of them. Other than the two I mentioned above, there are no other certified vendors.
If you have a KL vehicle, forget it. Notification isn't released yet. There is no vahan portal access other than for vehicles after Nov 2019.
Now here is the thing... Everything is paid for in bookmyhsrp itself. YOU NEED NOT PAY ANYTHING AT THE DEALER. Today when I visited, the staff told me I will be charged 100 bucks for old number plate removal, which is charged by management. I outright denied and told her that it is clearly mentioned in the receipt that I DO NOT HAVE TO PAY ANYTHING to you over here since EVERYTHING IS ALREADY PAID FOR!
That's it and I didnt pay anything. It is hardly 10 mins job. But make sure you instruct them not to damage your plate while fixing, specially during the drilling process. Protect your number plate with a cloth. Enna posa number plate d scratch malth la aand!

I don’t know what going on. Last weekend I charged with my m3 2021 (intel) in south of France at a v2 SC.
I never received a receipt, my card has not been charged, the charge doesn’t even appear neither on my car dashboard nor my Tesla app on my phone.
Anyone has had the same experience ?
Could it be related to the last announcements ?

I was charged for out of state tuition when I was seeking a non-undergraduate degree and a second undergraduate degree.
I graduated from the same college for my first bachelor's degree and they do have my mailing address. I lived in New York my whole life and never moved. My mailing address is the same and I never changed it.
When I spoke to the Residency office, they submitted my papers for in-state residency. Now, I'm officially an in-state residency. But they only reimbursed me for one semester and a winter session. They stated I didn't provided enough evidence to prove my state of residency. And my appeal was rejected for the previous semesters. The reimbursement is adding up close to $10K.
And when they reply back to my appeal, they stated I didn't provided proof of evidence for my residency and that is their final say.
I provided my passport, NY state driver's license and car insurance receipts for New York for the past 6 years since I pursed my non-undergraduate degree and second undergraduate degree.
What can I do? Seek a free consultation or contact the U.S. Department of Education
Thank you for any advice given

I’ve taken this thing to the shop on and off for a year now. I’ve been good for about 6 months but last month i got the coolant warning and had to fill it up. Checked it everyday for a week and it stayed at the same level. Filling the coolant tank by the way. Well about one month exactly after it needed filled it was just about empty again randomly one night. Filled it again to the top and it’s dropped about 3-4 inches since then so it’s a slow leak but some days it won’t leak at all. Put in about 3-4k fixing this now not at the dealership cause it would’ve costed way more. I have $1388 until it’s payed off(350monthly). Any recommendations? I’ve got two full coolant things in the back in case it leaks empty while i’m at work. At one point the leak wouldn’t hold for a 30 minute drive so i had to run it but it seems bearable for now. 140k miles on the car. Before the coolant issues i had an engine metal shaving problem and it was under warranty so they put a new engine in. I know the oil filter reservoir got changed during this coolant mess. I could look when i get home at the receipts to see everything that’s been purchased from the local shop. They’ve helped my family out a lot as well so yea.

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NIGHTWING:

In Hunter Hybrid
Issue Fourteen: The Meek Shall Inherit
Written by AdamantAce
Edited by PatrollinTheMojave
 
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Dick's heart hammered against his chest like a pounding storm as he stood amidst the laboratory, flanked by Artemis and Barry Allen, the Flash. The weight of worry for Mar'i bore down on him unbearably, each moment without her amplifying his anxiety.
In the secluded closet hidden at the back of the lab, Dick and Artemis had found something haunting: a trove of withered seedlings, dead plants that looked alien in nature. Assuming the worst, but needing to confirm, Dick had quickly summoned a friend with a history of running genetic samples - none other than the Scarlet Speedster - to the scene.
Barry’s brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the specimens, having already run several tests.
“I'm limited in what I can do here; I'm a CSI, not a xenologist,” Barry admitted with regret, evoking his favourite chief medical officer of fiction. “Really, this really feels like a job for someone like Cadmus. Alien DNA is their whole deal.”
Dick could only grimace at the suggestion, reminded of the sickening experiments he had unearthed in the bowels of the Chicago cloning laboratory, of the dozens of aborted attempts at cloning Bruce Wayne. It was hard to stomach, especially knowing that he still had no idea who was responsible. “Not an option," he replied firmly. “Not Cadmus.”
Barry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident in his expression. “You don't believe those rumours about the Superboy clones, do you?" he asked. “They’re Reawakened through and through. Blame the other universes’ Cadmuses.”
In response, Dick shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s… something else.”
Barry then looked to Artemis and smiled. “It’s, uh… nice to meet you properly by the way,” he said. “I heard you, uh, shoot arrows.”
Despite the terrible situation they were in, Artemis allowed herself a snicker in response to the Flash’s awkwardness. “Among other things. It’s important to branch out, seeing as I know you already have an arrows guy.”
Just then, Tim emerged from behind a sliding door, draped in his red and black Rook gear, a stack of papers in hand. “Got the printouts you asked for,” he said, handing them over to Barry.
Barry swiftly flipped through the pages at super speed, his expression growing grim as he absorbed the information.
“What is it?” asked Artemis.
“What we feared,” he announced somberly. “The dead seedlings match the profile of alien species, with a significant DNA match for the Morning Eclipse sample you got from Starling’s fingernails.”
Dick's frustration boiled over, his voice dripping with anger. “Wilkof,” he spat, his jaw clenched in fury. “He let that damn killer plant loose.”
Tim struck himself in the shoulder in self-reproach. “I should've put it together sooner,” he muttered. “Wilkof knew plenty about Tamaran even before you let him speak to Mar’i.”
“It’s worse than we thought,” added Barry, and everyone’s blood turned cold. “This Dr Wilkof wasn't just releasing the Morning Eclipse, he was trying to propagate them; taking cuttings to grow more of them. We’re just lucky the Earth's sunlight is too diffuse for their growth.”
Dick's eyes widened in horror. “So he’s trying to create an army of killer plants?”
Barry nodded solemnly. “An army or a particularly menacing greenhouse.”
Artemis's brow furrowed as she pieced together a crucial detail. “Wait, a couple years ago they had me subbing in the bio department at school for a few months. I’m pretty sure plants grown from cuttings are meant to be genetically identical to the parent.”
Tim cursed under his breath and then reached for the printouts to give them a check over himself. “You’re right! Genetic variation only occurs after pollination. But these plants aren't self-pollinated. They're too distinct from the original sample taken from Mar'i’s attack.”
Barry's voice quivered as he raised a troubling possibility. “Could there be two adult killer plants on the loose?”
“No, it's not that,” Tim quickly replied again, his expression grave as he looked up from the stack of papers. “It's worse.”
Artemis' heart sank. “How could it possibly be worse?”
“The dead seedlings share identical DNA with each other. And every single one of their genes is present in the parent sample. But the parent also has additional chromosomes that all of the seedlings lack,” Tim explained as his eyes traced the text on the papers once more. “The parent had an extra 48 chromosomes.”
Barry's face paled. "48? Are you sure?”
“48? What does that mean?” asked Dick, looking rapidly back and forth between Tim and Barry.
Artemis gritted her teeth. “Humans have 48 chromosomes. The adult plant is half human.”
“Fully human,” Barry corrected. “And fully plant too. A symbiosis.”
“What does that mean?” asked Dick, scared of the answer he would soon receive.
“It means I think Wilkof merged himself with the plant.”
 
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Ker-tonk.
Ker-tonk.
Ker-tonk.
Mar’i lay in the darkness of the car’s trunk, helpless. She couldn’t tell how long it had been since she last felt the sun’s warmth on her skin. She tried to summon childhood memories of Tamaran, of the sun her father had found oppressive and her mother found liberating. But they were distant and blurred, echoes from another lifetime - and another timeline.
As the car rumbled on, she focused on her senses, trying to glean any information about her surroundings. The air was stale and musty, tinged with the scent of oil and rubber. The vibrations of the road beneath her reverberated through her body, a constant reminder of her captivity.
Eventually, the car came to a halt, and Mar’i braced herself as the trunk door creaked open, flooding the confined space with blinding light. Blinking rapidly, she squinted against the harsh glare, feeling the rejuvenating solar rays bathing her, a stark contrast to the cold darkness of her confinement.
Dr Wilkof loomed over her, his appearance now almost normal except for a slight pallor that hinted at something darker beneath the surface. He reached out, his hands enveloping her wrists, which were bound with withered rope. Thick, barbed vines extended from the sleeves of his coat, renewing her restraints and further draining what little power reserves she had left.
As he dragged her up out of the trunk, Mar’i found herself in the midst of a desolate car park, surrounded by nothing but empty space and the looming silhouette of a large hangar. She had nary a clue of where they were.
“It will be easier if you don’t struggle,” he said, his tone devoid of joy or malice, as if he were simply stating a fact. But Mar’i knew better than to trust his words.
As Wilkof led her towards the hangar, Mar’i stumbled along behind him, the vines around her wrists taut like a leash. She tried to reason with him, to appeal to the vestiges of his humanity buried beneath the madness that gripped him.
“You don’t have to do this,” she implored, unsure of how much of his humanity really remained. “The plant doesn’t have to control you.”
Wilkof's eyes gleamed with a haunted fervour as he shook his head, the vines’ grip tightening around Mar'i’s wrists. “I've sacrificed too much to stop now,” he muttered. Those words carried a strange quality,like they weren’t fully his. Maybe it was the plant talking, maybe they were words he had rehearsed to himself enough times for them to become hollow. “I won’t let it all be in vain.”
For a moment, Mar’i was left to wonder what he meant by that. Then she remembered what little she knew about him, and a shiver ran down her spine. (He had fed the rest of his team from the lab to the plant, a grim sacrifice to fuel his delusions of grandeur.*
“No one cared about mild-mannered Hunter Wilkof,” he continued, his voice cracking with bitterness. “The plant promised to make me someone special, to make me famous.”
Mar’i shook her head in disbelief as she continued to be lugged along. “The plant doesn’t speak,” she insisted with a rising urgency. “Its pheromones mess with your mind, make you see and hear things that aren’t there.”
But Wilkof brushed off her words with a scoff. “I don’t care,” he replied, his gaze fixed on the hangar ahead. “I fed the plant like I was told, but the fame never came. I let it eat the only thing I ever loved. But… nothing changed.”
Her heart yearned to find some way to free him of the plant’s clutches, to help him see the light, but she knew well what desperation could do to a person, if left unchecked. She knew how far someone could fall.
“Then I realised… I wasn’t meant for prizes and celebrity,” he continued, deranged. “That wasn’t what the plant had planned for us. It’s just like you said in your Tamaranean fairy tale, the Morning Eclipse and its legend. I knew we were meant for infamy, but just one plant and its keeper wouldn’t do the trick. We needed a bigger family.”
At this point, Hunter stopped, and the pair had finally reached the mouth of the hangar. Mar’i searched through the darkness, but was struggling to see straight at all thanks to the toxic, draining effect of her Morning Eclipse vine restraints.
Wilkof just stared into the darkness, and continued. “I tried taking cuttings, but no matter how much blood, meat or southern exposure I gave them… it wasn’t enough, and they wilted. It wouldn’t tell me why it wasn’t working, and all I knew was that the plant was from Tamaran,” he confessed, his voice growing hoarse with emotion. “So I went to look for Starfire, but she was in space. And then… then I found you. A hybrid like me.”
But throughout Hunter’s grim confession, Mar’i was still missing some important details. “How did you know the plant was from Tamaran?” She defied him, “It doesn’t have a mind of its own, so it couldn’t have told you.”
Hunter smiled. “I used to drive out into the countryside and just leave my car behind, go for these long walks to clear my head when city life got too much,” he explained, a shroud of something resembling peace slowly falling over him. “I always felt guilty for it, reasoning I should have been spending that time in the lab, looking for ways to help people. But this one day, a few years ago now, I realised it was all worth it.”
He then pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button at its centre. As the lights of the hangar flickered to life, they revealed a magnificent sight, something Mar’i immediately recognised as a First Class Vegan Star Cruiser - a Tamaranean space vessel from the shipyards of Okaara - resplendent in hues of silver and violet. The ship stood tall and proud, a beacon of extraterrestrial wonder amidst the mundane surroundings of the hangar. But why was it here? And how did Wilkof have it?
He gestured towards the ship with an odd gleam in his eyes. “Suddenly, and without warning, this spaceship came crashing down through the sky just a couple of miles away, out here, where it was just me there to see it,” he explained. “So I rushed over, I searched the wreckage… and that’s where I found it. It was only a sapling, a baby really, and it called out to me. I knew I needed to take it home, back to the lab, back for testing.”
Mar’i shook her head. How was he to have known back then that the plant was pulling his strings?
“I stashed the ship away, knowing its potential,” he confessed. “The ship’s computer confirmed its origins: Tamaran. Apparently it even used to belong to a princess named Komand’r.”
Mar’i's mind raced as she processed this revelation. Komand’r - also known as the tyrant queen Blackfire - was Koriand’r’s sister, and Mar’i’s aunt. Someone she had already come across early in her time in this universe. Then, just in time for him to answer it without her asking, Mar’i happened upon another awful question.
“I got some guys in to make repairs, and another guy to… basically hotwire the thing, before I fed them all to the plant. But the ship won’t fly without one final security measure,” continued Hunter, his gaze fixed on Mar’i. “A pilot with Tamaranean DNA.”
 
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Back in the lab, Dick, Artemis and Tim continued to put the pieces together, now sans Barry who had raced off to join Wally in combing the city for either Mar’i or the Morning Eclipse, not knowing that both were far from the city limits.
“Why Mar’i?” Dick demanded. “What does Wilkof want with her? Her Starbolts could be used to fuel the plant and its cuttings, but that’d only make a difference at night, when they can’t get sunlight for themselves.”
Artemis nodded in agreement. “Surely they can survive a night without sunlight,” she surmised. “So what else would he come to Mar’i for?”
“Could it be her DNA?” posed Tim. “Maybe he has a use for DNA from a Tamanrean.”
“What kind of uses?” asked Dick. It wouldn’t be that, but his mind once again returned to the cloning vats of Cadmus. “No, it’s not that.”
“Then what else could it be?” Artemis sighed, frustrated. All of this analysis, brainstorming and scheming, and they were no closer to finding the missing Titan.
Then, Dick’s face blanched with fear. “She knows the way,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.
“The way to what?” asked Tim, his own anxiety rising.
“To Tamaran,” Dick replied with dread. “A place where the sun shines bright enough for a hundred Morning Eclipses.”
 
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In the dimly lit interior of what was once her aunt Komand'r's ship, Mar'i's heart raced with fear and uncertainty, now strapped into her seat beside the demented Dr Wilkof. The vessel, a marvel of Vega System technology, exuded an otherworldly aura, its sleek silver surfaces shimmering with an ethereal glow. Yet, to Mar'i, it felt more like a prison than a wonder.
She couldn't shake the sense of dread that gripped her. Tamaran, a place she once called home, now loomed before her as an unfamiliar and foreboding destination. She knew of the tumultuous history of this universe's Tamaran, the tales of military coups and the reign of the Orange Lantern Larfleeze, all of which added to her apprehension. The planet had hundreds of Morning Eclipses, but none had ever merged with a sapient vessel before. The killer plants were best survived by being completely ignored, which wouldn’t be possible with an intelligent host scheming and bringing the plants to their vulnerable prey. Could she inflict that threat on Tamaran?
Wilkof's jubilant smile did little to assuage her fears as he spoke. “When we reach the planet - with its gleaming sun - I’ll have everything I need. I'll create more Morning Eclipses, genetically superior ones, and they will bond with Tamaranean vessels to enhance their intelligence. And then there’ll be no more sacrifices, just feeding.”
Mar'i's stomach churned at the thought of being complicit in Wilkof's madness. But she also knew that she was in no position to bargain. And he knew it.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Mar'i steeled herself for the task ahead and the ship hummed to life around them, hurtling toward an uncertain destiny.
Then, as they quickly hit sonic speed, Hunter turned to his pilot and prisoner, keen to share a thought he hoped would bring her peace. “I want you to know… once we get to Tamaran, I’ll never have to return to Earth again. Don’t think about where we’re going, think about what we’re leaving behind. This is you saving planet Earth.”
 
 
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