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The night had felt unusually long and restful for some reason. My dreams took me back to a vacation trip my family had taken to visit my grandmother in Mexico before she passed away and well before I lost my husband. The memories were bittersweet, filling my heart with both warmth and sorrow.
As I woke up, I could feel a tear on my cheek and the sun’s rays warming my face through the living room window. Startled by the sudden realization that I might have overslept, I bolted upright, fearing that I had missed the alarm and Derrick bringing home Mr. and Mrs. Allen.
Frantically, I glanced at the clock above the fireplace. To my surprise, it was stuck just past 2 o’clock. Confused, I checked my phone, but the battery was completely dead. In a last attempt to figure out the time, I turned to look at the grandfather clock standing tall by the wall. It was ticking away steadily, indicating that it was 8:30 in the morning.
With a surge of energy, I jumped up and ran to the garage, my legs still feeling the effects of sleep. Flinging the door open, I saw that the town car was still missing. Only the other vehicles were parked in the oversize garage. Puzzled, I thought Derrick must have parked it in the driveway. So, I jogged to the front door and opened it, only to find nothing there. The driveway was empty.
I took a few steps out and looked around. The only car there was mine, tucked out of the way. I stopped and listened. But couldn’t hear any vehicles driving in the distance.
Breathing in the morning air, I was surprised. The air outside was a bit smoky, and I couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong. Everything seemed just a bit off, too, still. I could only hear birds singing and a few dogs barking in the distance. Everything else felt like it was frozen.
Walking back into the house, I closed the front door and glanced at the small table near the door, where a landline phone rested. Picking it up, I tried to remember Derrick’s number, but there was no dial tone. Frustrated, I placed the receiver back down, turned around, and leaned against the door, trying to understand what was happening.
Determined to find a solution, I returned to the couch and picked up my phone. No matter how many buttons I pressed, it still refused to turn on. I rummaged through my bag and found my charger. I went to the nearest wall plug and plugged in my phone, hoping it would spring back to life. After waiting a few seconds, I was disappointed that nothing had changed. It was still dead and unresponsive.
Frustrated, I tried another wall plug, but this one didn’t work either. I stared at a blank phone with a cable attached to a dead charger.
Suddenly, I heard a cute little yawn from behind me. I turned around to see Emma standing there, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands. I couldn’t help but smile at her sleepy little face. After finishing her yawn, she stomped up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
“Good morning, Emma,” I said softly, my eyes crinkling in a smile.
“Good morning,” she mumbled, her eyes still half-closed. Suddenly, she looked up at me, her curiosity piqued, and asked, “Why are the lights out?”
I furrowed my brow, slightly taken aback by her question. I didn’t even think of trying the light switches with how much light was pouring through the windows. “What do you mean, sweetie?”
She explained, pointing down the hall, “The lights in the bathroom didn’t turn on when I went to pee. And the water didn’t work well either.”
I quickly racked my brain for an explanation, not wanting to alarm her. With a smile still on my face, I shrugged and said, “It’s probably just a power outage, honey.”
Emma nodded childishly, understandingly, her eyes drifting to the window. “Oh, probably,” she agreed, seemingly satisfied with the answer. She pointed to the window and asked, “Can we play in the park while Mom and Dad are asleep?”
Thinking quickly, I responded, “I’m not sure if Mom and Dad are back yet, sweetie.”
Emma’s eyes widened with concern as she looked up at me. “Where are they?”
I tried to reassure her with a smile, quickly explaining, “Derrick will bring them home soon. They must have stopped by somewhere on the way home.”
Before Emma could respond, we both jumped as we heard Michel’s scream from the other side of the house, “Why doesn’t the toilet flush?!”
I exchanged a glance with Emma, and we burst out laughing, unable to contain ourselves.
Michel ran down the hall, his face flushed with embarrassment. He only sped up when he saw me hugging Emma. I managed to turn just in time to shield Emma from his attempted tackle and hug, catching him with one arm instead.
With both of them by my side, I looked down and said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, you two. Everything will be fine.”
The kids didn’t seem entirely convinced by my reassurance, so I tried a different tactic to distract them. I enthusiastically smiled and asked, “How about some food? Are you two hungry?”
Their faces lit up, and they screamed in unison, “Yes!”
I led them to the kitchen, pretending to use them as anchor points where I could only walk when they stood with my hands stretched between them. We noticed a large puddle on the floor as we entered the kitchen. The kids giggled at the sight of the puddle and my startled reaction.
“Alright, you two,” I said, trying to maintain control of the situation, “sit at the table and wait while I figure this out.”
I exaggeratedly danced around the puddle, eliciting more giggles from Emma and Michel. As I reached the fridge, I noticed the water coming from there. I pointed it out to the kids, a look of mock horror on my face.
“Looks like our fridge decided to take a leak!” I exclaimed, trying to keep the mood light.
The kids laughed, their earlier concerns momentarily forgotten, and I couldn’t help but join them in their amusement. With the power out, I quickly opened the door, grabbed cheese and meat from the fridge, and closed the door with a huff.
The kids seemed to enjoy my theatrics, so I continued stalking over to the pantry.
Continuing my theatrical performance, I dove into the pantry and triumphantly pulled out a bag of bagels. The kids’ eyes widened with excitement at the sight of them. Looking at the bag, I realized it was the sweet blueberry one. Shrugging, I said, “First time for everything.”
Striding over to the toaster, I tried to toast the bagels but remembered that the power was out. Not to be deterred, I grabbed a skillet and used the gas stove to toast the bagels for the kids and myself. The scent of toasting bagels filled the kitchen, adding to the cozy atmosphere.
Meanwhile, the kids started babbling to each other about something, their earlier worries seemingly forgotten. Relaxing, I said a quick prayer for my family, Derrick, and Mr. and Mrs. Allen. I focused on finishing breakfast, placing the toasted bagels on plates, and adding cheese and deli meat slices.
With a flourish, I grabbed the kids’ attention and delivered the plates to the table, and the kids clapped and cheered, excited for their breakfast. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile as I sat down to join them in the impromptu feast.
Out of nowhere, Michel’s face suddenly took on a worried expression. “When will Mom and Dad be home?” he asked, his tiny voice tinged with concern.
I didn’t want to let them spiral into worry, so I quickly thought of a way to distract them. “I’m not sure, sweetie, but you know what? Cooking these bagels on the skillet reminds me of when I would visit my grandmother. She lived in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere in Mexico. They didn’t have much electricity, and gas was more expensive than wood, so they would cook on an outdoor wood stove most of the time. Do you know those old cowboy cartoons you like? It was kind of like that!”
The eyes of the kids shifted from worry to wonder as they listened to my story, their imaginations taking over. My deflection and distraction seemed to be working again. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief but couldn’t help feeling a pang of concern for my family and the Allens. I hoped they would be home soon, safe and sound.
In my heart, I also longed to be with my own children, praying that everything would turn out alright.
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Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Cremated?’
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
“Jack...”
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.

Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

Okay so before you say it, yes I am going to move. We dont have the funds to do so right now but we have to move at this point so we are going to take out a loan or something to make it work.
What happened: at 12:45a I went out to my car (2021 Elantra) and found the back window broken out, I called the police and they asked if it had been tampered with any further to which I looked and found the ignition was completely pulled out. When the cops arrived he was able to start it with his pocket knife and he said "I dont know why they didnt steal it", so we pulled the terminals off the battery so it cant be as easily started, and they left. I got a case number and wrote my statement prior to them leaving and that was that.
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2 weeks ago, I had my dads car which I was borrowing broken into in the same exact spot. Both passenger windows broken out, and all my school stuff was stolen. Over $1500 worth of stuff. We havent been able to get ahold of the renters insurance the main rental office gave us the number because they havent returned my 3 voicemails I left over the course of a week and a half.
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There are no cameras pointing at the parking lot. Is there anything I can do along side moving ASAP?

Hi all. Are there any good resources for finding campsites in Germany and maybe Europe? I'm from South Africa and grew up camping, and now having a young daughter we are getting going again. We took her for the first time this past weekend and she loved it. However, pretty much all of the campsites I find with a Google search in Germany and Europe are quite commercialised, some even have water parks (which is awesome for the kids) but at some point I want to go slightly more wild camping, with hopefully the possibility of having at least a charcoal fire, maybe even a wood fire (It seems this is becoming less and less common). *I mean car camping of course, not backpacking or overlanding

So I had a minor car accident recently, I was driving behind someone in a 50km area and they have put their left indicator on to parallel park.
I slowed down, and once they came to an almost complete stop I pulled around to the right to pass them, as it was safe to do so.
As I was driving passed, without hesitation, they went for a U-Turn straight into me. I had no time to adjust, I was quite shocked they went for it considering this was at 6am and no other cars in sight, they had to of known I was behind them, my headlights were on.
They’re claiming I was the one at fault, just wanted to see what you all think.

Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

Hi all, I mistakenly overfilled my radiator, after that whike I was driving, I got an overheating message, and once I parked, a huge pool of coolant leaked from below, below the passenger seat side, I refilled my coolant, this time in correct quantity, but it keeps disappearing as soon as I turn on the car and engine becomes a bit warm, there’s no visible leakage, I fear my head gasket might be gone again, I just replaced it recently, I am heart broken, I am struggling really bad financially, can’t afford to get it repaired with a mechanic, any idea guys? Is there any luck for me? The radiator cap has lots of steam, and seems to be melted a bit, do you guys think it could be just a faulty radiator cap?

Just got a new car and trying to figure out how the heck to wash it in this city.
I’ve read all of the former posts on washing one’s car and have the following info: - washing in the street is against the law in Vancouver - some apartments have designated wash stations (mine does not) - automatic car washes nearby are said to cause scratches from debris that remains from previous vehicles - touchless car washes have too many chemicals that will strip your paint - hand washes like Royal Oak Burnaby cash wash would be great but they don’t allow you to use your bucket and rags so you’d be using their wands which also could contain debris that scratches up your car
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do?! Any tips from cautious car-owners? Thanks.

I nearly got killed today because of road rage. I went to Jbhifi and was coming back, traffic going north usually thinks no-one comes out at the roundabout near hungry jacks. So there was this one car and they slammed on their brakes because they only just say me, I shook my head because of their in-attention to the road. I went on my way thinking of it. Then they come flying past and the druggoe in the passenger tells me to "get a real bike" I stick the finger, so I try to speed of and avoid them, and they end up getting beside me and I'm thinking they're gonna crush me out cut me off, so I floor it up the hill and the intersection near Dan murphies they stop and the passenger has his door open and looks like he's gonna step out and do something to me, so I park like 10 car lengths back. They try to reverse and then the light goes green and I go to a side street into town to avoid them. They turn up AHEAD AND SEE ME, they are trying to run me over, so I turn left and the roundabout and I make a quick 180 onto the pavement down this narrow road to avoid them, and then I don't see them again I went to the police station and they said you can come in and park they said they needed rego, but I didn't remember I was quite terrified because they literally wanted to run me off the road and beat me up, darn it I'm sick of these fucking drivers

I already have ptsd from something relating to my kids. Because of that event- I am on constant alert of keeping my kids safe. This comes in many forms. Car safety, strangers, being at school, being away from me for even short amount of times, illnesses, cps, list goes on. Also, I am in therapy and have been for a while. It hasn’t improved much due to the original cause of the ptsd is still an ongoing thing in life.
Tonight a man started following me home from a fast food place. He was screaming things like “let me find out” and that I k****d his daughter. I’ve never seen this man in my life. I quickly called the cops but it was hard to focus on the phone call and the safety of me and my kids in the car. He was tailgating, if I had slowed down even a little he’d of hit me. He was swerving in front of cars to get to me when I’d get the opportunity to get away. At one point he gunned it right at my car going at least 40mph when I was at a complete stop. I had to just go right without even looking if it was clear- it wasn’t but thankfully cars slammed on their breaks. Because of the panic it took about 20 minutes for me to explain to the cops exactly where I was because I was constantly driving to a new spot. It ended with the cops finding me finally. The man profusely apologizing- I’m assuming he really did loose a daughter and maybe is experiencing some sort of mental break down/paranoia. I’m not really sure of the outcome for him but I made it home safe with my kids.
I recently started making small bits of progress with my ptsd and now it feels like it’s gone down the drain. I worked hard to improve even such a small amount. Of course I will talk with my therapist but she doesn’t really help with my ptsd much (not the original reason I was seeking therapy) but she’s the best my insurance will get me & im broke so ya know.
It’s 3am and I’m just wondering if he’s going to be spending nights searching for my car again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be near a red sedan again on the road and not feel instant panic. I don’t think I’ll be able to drive with my kids after dark. I don’t even know if I’ll ever go back to that Taco Bell again. Why me? I went home shaking and in tears, thankfully my son is too young to comprehend but my daughter was screaming & terrified as well.
I’ve done nothing but stare at my ring camera for the last 4 hours. I plan on going to the police station tomorrow and asking for some sort of a follow up on what ended up happening with him.
Every day from morning to night all I think about is keeping my kids safe and happy. And some stranger has now made that incredibly hard for me to do. I feel angry at myself too, the dispatcher was begging me to drive to the police station but in order to do so I’d of had to go up a really windy road and over 2 bridges and I just couldn’t stand the thought of driving through that with a maniac trying to hit me. :(
I will forever be traumatized by this all because a stranger I locked eyes with for 2 seconds by pure chance in a taco bell parking lot was either mentally unwell, intoxicated or I just really resemble someone who did a terrible thing. I hope he gets the help he needs but what about me?

Hi everyone,
I have already heard so many different opinions that I honestly feel lost.
Here's the deal: I am a college-educated girl (got a PhD in humanities). I speak a couple languages and, right now, also learning Norwegian. I have several years of work experience (in my field). I come from Poland (technically, but not born here and don't have a Polish surname).
Within a month I'll be invading your beautiful country and stay there for... at least 2 months. That's the time limit I gave myself so as not to ruin my savings and yet not get too desperate in case I don't get a job. If I'm lucky, it could be a couple to several years or forever.
As for the "cultural" things, I try to learn the language, I don't drink and I plan to pay all your taxes. I'm also not "loud and obnoxious" and I won't say "kurwa" all the time while doing some carpenting around your renovated flat. I'm heavily into 80s, so A-ha's lyrics are not a secret code I'd not understand.
I try to be realistic and look for a job below my skill level: kitchen statt, hotel staff, cleaning... I won't die if I end up doing it for as long as I don't get to some decent B1 level, and after 3 months of learning the language completely on my own I am confident it should happen in no time.
Now, my actual question is this: what is the strategy I should aim for?
When I visited Norway for a week several months ago, I walked around and asked people about the jobs, because I heard that "you gotta walk and talk". When I did, everyone made me "go online and apply there, that's the only way". Understandable, we're in 2023...
So, I've sent over 100 resumes for now. Both over email as well as some "quick application" sites and nav. Both jobs in my field and the bluest of the blue collar. I've gotten about 15 rejections over email (never thought it'd come to this, but, apparently, I'm not even good enough to restock stuff in supermarkets...).
Now a close friend of mine who's helping me out (and already lives in Norway) told me that I should back up any email with a call, and that's what their friend did and, eventually, got a job.
My sibling, when I talked to them, told me the same thing: they watched a girl online who also looked for a job in Norway and she sent fruitlessly so many resumes and started calling and got a job. Some hotel staff.
In case all my search is fruitless too by the time I arrive (late June), I'll just go directly... I'll have whole days off, being unemployed and what's the harm in walking and handing out my resumes in person, right?
And I've just read that there IS a lot of prejudice against either non-Norwegians (where non-Norwegian-surnamed but native folk have issues finding a job) and, specifically, Poles (because the stereotypes and because there's no smoke without fire). I haven't experienced that yet too much, aside from one video call where a possible landlady replied to with an "Oh..." sigh when I revealed where I currently live (followed by a detailed questioning if I'm sure I could afford the deposit... yes, ma'am, not every Pole is on a minimum wage and drinking). I've heard of e.g. the parking ticket guys (whatever you call them) hide a "GTFO & back to Poland" love letter under a parking ticket they gave to a car with Polish plates - it happened to my friend, not some urban legend). So yeah, people may claim to be as tolerant as they want, but there is some prejudice and it's a fact and well, it's understandable too. No hard feelings over that one, just being realistic.
In the light of all the above, I'm honestly stressed. In Poland, we do have some situations where people like me would be rejected in some blue collar, because what the hell is wrong with us, holding such degrees and wanting to sweep floors. It suspicious! But then, I still don't get the idea of not answering emails if you're publishing something online and *giving* an emaill adress and not saying in your ad "call us too". That's precisely HOW I got my current job (in education). I don't know what to do to really be efficient at this point, I hear so many opinions that are so conflicting to my experience! I honeslty feel lost.
Sure, when the online forms ask, a.o., if I want to work more or less than a year, I honeslty click "less", because man... I don't envision myself as basing my entire career from now on on e.g. cleaning or restocking in a store. I want to learn the language and advance ASAP. I just struggle with the very first steps!
Do you have any tips? Any experience as a foreigner? Any comment on that as a native? What am I doing wrong and what could I improve?
Thanks for now :)

This glitch allows you to dupe your vehicles again and again in the same session. These are dirty dupes, so please do put a custom plate onto the vehicle you are duping before you start.
Link to video
Requirements:

• A festival bus personal vehicle (non-Pegasus)
  
• Facility with all normal vehicle slots full
  
• One CEO Garage with at least 1 slot empty (if your festival bus is not saved there) OR one full CEO garage with your festival bus saved inside
  
• An apartment garage or a normal garage to save your duped vehicles
  
• Friend to help
  
• Vehicle you are duping
  

BEFORE YOU START, I’d recommend you to use an invite only session or a closed friend session to make it more convenient
Steps:

1. Get your friend to go into a closed friend session, then he/she starts “A Titan of a Job” and stay in last step of the menu (actually most contact jobs would work)
   
2. Get in your festival bus and drive into the selected CEO garage, accept full alert
   
3. On black screen, press home to open Social Club and select to join your friend’s game (you know, the one who’s waiting in “A Titan of a Job”)
   
4. Stay on the alert (where it says “Do you wish to join…….”)
   
5. Get your friend to quit the job through and through
   
6. You click accept on the alert, and it should say the job is no longer available and throw you back into a session
   
7. If your friend is not in the same session, now is the time to invite them in
   
8. Go to your Facility and enter on foot, then exit
   
9. Pull up your phone and call your mechanic, request for the vehicle you will be duping
   
10. Get in your vehicle, open up your interaction menu and leave it open, then drive to the yellow entry circle of your facility
    
11. Close your interaction menu, and stay on the black screen full alert
    
12. Your friend needs to flip your vehicle upside down (using whatever method they are comfortable with)
    
13. Once your friend tells you vehicle is upside down (get him/her to honk or something) click on yes to accept the alert
    
14. Exit your vehicle, proceed to your intended garage (you can use various apartment/normal garages as long as they have space available)
    
15. Steal a street car (one that allows you to drive into a garage, not those that are “too hot to modify”)
    
16. Drive the street car into the intended garage
    
17. You should see the street car already saved inside, and the game will ask you to save over a vehicle
    
18. Select the street car you just drove in, and you are done
    
19. To repeat, go back to your facility, repeat from Step 10
    

NOTES - Glitchout steps can still be done if you do not have a personal vehicle Festival Bus, but your friend has one. You can ride as a passenger in your friend’s festival bus, and do the same glitchout, although you’ll need to still join your friend at Step 3 - 6

• CEO Garages: Maze Bank West is the easiest to drive the Festival Bus into, just drive it in backwards. Max Bank Tower is also doable, but you’ll have to lean towards the left of the shutter, and you’ll still need to ram pretty hard
  
• Step 10 through to Step 14, can be done solo IF you are extremely confident you can flip your own vehicle. Flipping the vehicle is much easier on consoles than on PC, due to their controllers. The trick here then, is to accept the alert while you are upside down, even if you are in the air (but not too high)