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It seems like they skip us over like every other week, so we run out of pizza as a result. Corporate wants us to do every day this summer and I'm just like how is that even going to be possible?
Pizza Hut has been having serious problems (they've closed a lot of locations) and it really makes me wonder if they're being slowly phased out.
Shout out to Pickle Pizza and Shawarma, just opened up at 728 23 St N. The chicken tandoori pizza is amazing and I have heard very good reviews of the creamy garlic chicken sandwich and the butter chicken pizza. They also have donair stuff and hamburgers.
Any particular place you all recommend where I can get really nice gourmet pizzas. I have no particular budget, and I'm open to all suggestions. Please don't recommend places like Dominos Gourmet, Pizza Hut.
10 or whatever years ago, Pizza Hut got rid of their Quepapas, which were potato bites with cheese and jalapeño that you dip in ranch. The only similar item in fast food to this was the jalapeño cheddar bites at Burger King. Sometimes when they made them, they’d kind of suck and would be empty inside, but most of the time they were made right. I’d order like 2-3 servings of 8 of them because I liked them so much, with each order. I still like the Onion Rings and Zesty, but if I eat any fast food now it’s not Burger King since I have one less major reason to. This one stings. I wish I could get them somewhere.
Hi! I was happy to find that Pizza Hut has updated their allergen menu and it appears safe for PN, TN. The presence of the allergen always seemed odd.
Curious if anyone has had any issues with pizza hut.
THIS IS A LONG RANT: FELLOW DASHERS BEWARE! DO NOT CONTINUE TO READ IF RANTS UPSET YOU
To date, I have about 650+ DD deliveries under my belt. I've read other dashers messages that say they have thousands of deliveries. I'm impressed and I need your guidance senior dashers- or your flames. I'll take either as long as I can gain some knowledge from your experience.
I can deliver food now at a professional pace and I get good reviews almost all the time. I enjoy my customers, and they seem happy to see me.
I got into the red card game a little bit later after I applied to Doordash and DD set me loose on the streets. I thought, what the heck, get a red card and expand my horizons.
Red card orders are rare in my small town. I might get one or two a week so I am grossly inexperienced with red card orders. I have probably filled, or attempted to fill 15 or so red card orders.
All I know is without exception, when I accept a red card order, my day is about to take a turn for the worst every single time. Dollar General is out of an item (I can take a picture of the shelf tag and the empty shelf behind it), that always happens... Not a huge deal, now that I've learned what the app is going to throw at me in those situations. Completely out of a product as well as alternative product on the customer's wish list? Then things start getting a little ugly but I do my best to text and/or call the customer to come up with a solution.
Yesterday was yet another disaster. The customer wanted one item (a 12 pack of a certain brand of beer - bottled, with an alternate of cans). Customer was offering a fair tip too. Walgreens was out of both items - completely sold out. Bare shelves. I ask the annoyed cashier if she might have it in the back or maybe I'm overlooking the item location and she pointed at the wall and said "that's all we got". This was during my dinnertime rush hour so I'm losing money hand over fist pacing around Walgreens texting desperately to a customer and Doordash support that "they don't have it!". I'll be damned if I'm going to unassign and get on DoorDash's naughty list, I'm here! I'm already losing money, my customer is confused, I'm confused, and support just reads from the text. The Walgreen's employee is frightened because I'm pacing around her store looking for beer & text chatting with a customer. Ultimately I was able to text my customer through to cancel the order and place a new one, hopefully from someplace else. That is tricky given that I don't see what the customer sees, the customer thinks I'm an all knowing Dasher God and I should just fix it, and Dasher support is in a foreign country working from home with a house full of screaming babies in the background.
That was yesterday and that red card p*ssed me off. An hour of rush time lost wages that I will never recoup and an upset customer. I was wanting to cut my red card in two and notify Doordash "no more red card, get me off that list!!!!".
Stupid, stupid me though talked myself through and told myself "calm down, deliver some taco bell and you'll figure this red card thing out. Take every red card order you can for the training and you'll get better."
Today was an over the top disaster. Today started out good, I even delivered a stacked from Pizza Hut and my customers were thrilled to see me and tipped very well - CASH!
Then I got the dreaded red card order. Seven items from our local tractor supply store, delivered eight miles out into the county for a "Guaranteed $8.50!" I know it was a stupid order to accept, but these are my rules, I need to win a red card order, I crave a success story with this red card. I'll sacrifice my profitable afternoon to get one successful red card order.
I arrive at tractor supply and click to Doordash "I am here". DoorDash then gives me the shopping list.
1) One 35 pound bag of cat litter (fine, I found it)
2) Six 50 pound bags of Miracle Grow garden soil
No tip, and I was stuck trying to learn a lesson about how to be a better Red Card Dasher. I committed to the order with Doordash, I had to pull through.
I drive a little 2021 Mitsubishi Mirage that is small and nimble dashing through town, but it is not a "no tip" farm truck.
I was still committed though, furious at my own stupidity but determined to fulfil this order. I search the entire store and there are no 50 pound bags of Miracle Grow garden soil. I ask a store associate "Please sir, help me find 50 pound bags of Miracle Grow garden soil" and show him the picture on my phone. He walks me out to the selection of 50 pound bags of dirt and points at an empty pallet with one busted open bag of Miracle Grow garden soil with a giant weed growing out of it. Healthiest plant I've ever seen.
"That's all we got" the sales associate tells me.
I text the customer telling her the same thing I'm saying here. The customer replies back "What other garden soil do they have?"
The customer is nice, I want to be a good driver so I go out in the sunshine looking at the selections. They have 50 pound bags of top soil, 50 pounds of potting mix, and a skid full of 50 pound bags of humus and manure.
My customer chime's in "What did you find?". I froze up out in the sunshine. My only thought was "DoorDash, damnit DoorDash! I deliver food with clean hands and an honest heart! I can't deliver 300 pounds of busted open bags of garden soil and manure and then go back to handing out Taco Bell orders!!!" THATS GROSS!!!!!!!"
I didn't reply to my customer. I selected Unassign, knowing full well DoorDash corporate is going to put me on their Naughty list. Doordash replied "Why do you unassign?" along with a long list of useless canned selections to choose from. I chose "It's an emergency!" I'm about to have a nervous breakdown on this order. I was expecting Doordash to reply "What is your emergency?" but they didn't.
I feel really bad because my completion rate dropped by 1 point and I know Doordash corporate is going to send another fellow dasher to see the same thing I did.
That is my rant. I ended the dash abruptly and I came home.
Suggestions, tips, advice, rants, trolls, anything from a senior dasher? I'll take anything.
Tomorrow is a new Dasher day.
YAY! Chapter 4 already done and ready for posting! WOOO! I really hope that you enjoy it, dear readers!
I've Been Reincarnated as a Bunny Girl?! (Chapter 4)
"I love when the merchant caravan comes to town!" Valay cheered from where he was sitting on Kiana's shoulders, making his soon-to-be sixteen-year-old big sister wince. At age nine, the twins were being accompanied by Kiana as they walked through main street in town. Twice a year the merchant caravan, often accompanied by adventurers or mercenaries as guards, came to Starlight Rose. Ever since the destruction of The Spire, the town had started to see more traffic as travelers no longer had to worry about traveling through the narrow gaps in the mountain range, past a source of evil. In the six years since its destruction, Starlight Rose had bloomed and doubled its population.
Walking past the stalls and the games, Kiana smiled, feeling a festive atmosphere. She looked down at Malay, who was wearing a seafoam green dress, the young wolbet not caring that it had been a hand-me-down from Kiana, and clutching a giant blue stuffed fox almost as big as she was. Kiana was wearing a bright yellow sundress, having stated that on such a warm day, it was the best option to help keep from getting overheated. Her mother and sister had both smiled knowingly, not the least bit tricked by Kiana's professions. Kiana would often just not think about it.
Valay, in contrast, was wearing a simple red shirt and brown shorts and some small stick-on bandages on his shins and knees. The young boy wolbet was holding a purple dragon plush. Kiana had won them from a game booth. It was the classic 'throw a ball at a stack of bottles to knock them over' game, and like a cliche, she had seen her little brother throw a ball, hit the stack in the dead center, and they didn't move an inch. That's when big sister had stepped in. Kiana looked back at the booth... or rather where it had been. The attendant was still standing there, staring in a daze, as only half of the structure still remained.
"I'm glad you two like it," Kiana said, picking her brother up off her shoulders and setting him down next to his twin. Mirabelle rubbed up against his leg, making him giggle. The tiny snake, that had been small enough to sit coiled comfortably in the palm of a younger Kiana's hand, was now the size of a Saint Barnard, and just as affectionate as one. The blue-green snake had a tendency to try and sneak food, mainly cookies, when she thought she could get away with it, and had developed quite the set of sad puppy eyes when caught.
"So Kiana," Malay asked, looking up with her forest green eyes, a twinkle in them, "gunna go meet with Davtio later?"
Kiana smiled and rolled her eyes. Malay loved asking Kiana about her love life, or rather lack thereof. The older girl reached over and ruffled her little sister's headfur.
"Davtio and I are just friends," she said, having the day before gone on a walk with the elf-boy from her graduating class, gently letting him down after he had made his courting intentions known. The day after Kiana's birthday, which would be two days after the biannual festival, she was going to be leaving Starlight Rose to become a traveling adventurer. Davtio, with his long and practically glowing golden locks and eyes the color of the deep blue sea, had been disappointed, but he understood.
Jorba the goblin boy, however, had been far less formal as well as far less respectful with his own declaration. Said green-skinned bat-eared boy had walked over to where Kiana was retying her new forest green boots and given her bottom a swat, just below her cotton tail, puffing out his chest and informing Kiana that he had decided she was the finest female in their age group in the town and therefore, will be his woman. Slowly, Kiana had straightened herself and turned around, her eyes glowing with a blue light. With a swipe of her legs and a downward punch, that Kiana had been careful not to be too hard with, she effectively punched the disgusting goblin, literally, into the ground. Still alive and not crippled, but definitely in a lot of pain.
"I know that he liiiiiikes you, though," Malay said, rocking back and forth on her heels, reaching down to stroke Mirabelle's head, making the large reptile loosely wrap herself around the young wolbet girl's ankles.
"I don't feel the same way and I told him as much, so we've agreed to remain friends," Kiana said, making her sister let out an exasperated sigh.
"GAH! That is so just like you, Kiki!" Malay said, using the name she and Valay had called Kiana shortly after they had first learned how to talk. "Someone likes you, but you're just happy being just friends!"
"Hey, friends are awesome to have," Kiana said, picking Malay up and setting her on her shoulders, taking Valay's hand/paw into her own. Malay just rolled her eyes and continued to hug her fox.
"So," Valay piped up, glad that the girls had quit talking about romance stuff, "whatcha gunna buy with the money you saved up?" Valay was speaking of the jingling pouch of coins on Kiana's hip. She had earned extra coin around town doing things like babysitting and helping Mr. Fresto build a new stone wall around his garden, and the like. Making deliveries for the new offta restaurant in town had been fun for the teen bunny, and not because offta was the name for what turned out to be pizza in this world either! Tapping into her powers, she was able to sprint all across town and even over to Lake Phantom and back, often in under a minute.
"Well, I've already bought a bunch of supplies and a pack for my journey," Kiana said, taking note of Valay's ears drooping a bit, as well as sensing that Malay's ears were probably doing the same.
"So... you really mean to leave?" Malay asked from Kiana's shoulders. Kiana smiled and rubbed her little sister's leg, before rubbing her little brother's head.
"Yeah, I really do. But like I've told papa... repeatedly, actually, I'll come back to visit a whole bunch! And I'll be able to tell you all some cool stories about my travels!" Kiana said, brightening their moods.
"Are you going to learn magic?" Malay asked. As the twins edged closer towards their tenth birthday, that meant that they were nearing when they'd be old enough to take an exam to determine their magical abilities. Malay had accidentally turned a handful of flowers to stone when she sneezed at age seven. She also accidentally set a patch of grass on fire just outside her bedroom window after a bad dream a couple months back. According to a very excited Felixin, these were signs that Malay had a high aptitude for magic, and might actually be a sorceress, someone born with raw magical power within them.
Felixin went on to explain that anyone, with study and practice and skill, could eventually learn to use magic, but people like that fell under the category of a wizard. He went on to explain that witches were similar to wizards, but were more like hippies out dancing in the woods. Sorcerers and sorceresses were born with raw magical power already in them, that as they grew older, they needed to learn how to control, lest it become dangerous to them and those around them.
Druids, he continued with his explanation, were similar to witches, but less studious and more concentrating on attuning themselves to the energies of the surrounding natural world. He also said they had a tendency to eat certain mushrooms and fungus that they claimed could open one's third eye, but her father dismissed that notion as them just being addled by the chemicals in said fungi. Clerics were also magical, but their magic derived from whichever god they'd devoted themselves to, much like paladins, but with more study and significantly less combat training.
Finally, there were warlocks. Felixin was not shy about making his feelings regarding warlocks known. Instead of taking the time to learn and practice and concentrate and actually earn their magical power, they were rare people who instead bound themselves to an entity of great magical power, often something very sinister. In exchange for this power, they would do their new master's bidding, oftentimes not even fully understanding why such entities would want such requests done. He even recounted one warlock whose only task was to go out on the road and find a specific boulder, and then move it three inches south. Said warlock just shrugged when asked why, and stated that it was the only task his master ever asked of him.
What Felixin apparently didn't know was that there was a final category. The monk. When the master dragon monk had come to evaluate Kiana, after he had recovered from his shock, he had explained that monks were ordinary people who trained both their minds and their bodies. They would learn to tap into their inner power, their ki, and harness it through their bodies. This was of course after years and years of training and meditation. Of the different kinds of monks, the dragon monks were the most powerful. Once they passed a certain threshold, they would become as powerful as a dragon; which kind of dragon depended on which advanced school of training they most identified with. According to the master, Kiana practically oozed the aura of a storm dragon, which was capable of moving as fast as lightning.
"Kiki!" Valay called, tugging on Kiana's hand. She shook herself and smiled down at the wolbet boy. Kiana looked up in time to see Mirabelle stealthily reaching up at a nearby picnic table where those sitting weren't paying any attention and was trying to drag a plate with an entire rotisserie chicken on it nearer to the edge. She snapped her finger, making Mirabelle recoil and slither right back over to her legs, making the sad eyes at her. Kiana ignored the big orange orbs with the black slits and returned her attention to her brother.
"Sorry, buddy, I guess I got lost in my memories there for a sec."
The boy rolled his eyes and pointed to a large red and white tent that covered a wide area. There were no walls, and plenty of people were milling about inside, looking at the various goods. What had caught Valay's eye were the weapons. Already the boy had begged their mother to teach him swordfighting and, only recently, Pumala had agreed. She took note of how quickly Valay had taken to practicing the basics every day after school, always starting back to stance one. Kiana was certain that he was going to grow up to be quite the fighter.
"Okay, let's take a look and see what they've got for sale," Kiana said, turning them to an opening, Mirabelle following close behind. Together they walked down the set up shelves and displays. Valay was entranced by the swords and daggers, especially the throwing knives and shurikens. Scratch that, Kiana thought to herself with a giggle as she set her little sister down to look at the magical staves, thinking about how much Valay loved hiding and planting stink bombs for pranks and using smoke bombs to make his escapes. He'll probably grow up to be a great ninja or something.
Keeping her younger siblings and Mirabelle in sight, Kiana started to look through the different weapons. There were plenty made from low-quality materials that would probably break upon the first real usage, including an ornate-looking gold sword encrusted with jewels. She stopped just past the flails and nunchucks, spying several different tetsubos. The tetsubo was a weapon of the ancient samurai, at least that was the case for her home world. They were long, thick wooden clubs, in this case as tall as Kiana was, so around five feet in length. Going down the sides of the weapons, stopping only at the ends at the tops and just before the handles at the bottoms, were rounded or spiked metal rivets.
She pushed past some ornately carved ones, and spotted what appeared to be a plain brown tetsubo. It was polished and its rivets were spiked and black. The handle was wrapped in a comfortable-feeling leather. Some instinct deep within her liked this weapon, it liked it very much. Carrying it with one hand, she approached a man wearing a lapis lazuli-colored turban, and some matching lapis with gold trim robes. His skin was a pitch-black, with a shock of long white hair, signifying that he was a dark elf.
"How much for the tetsubo?" Kiana asked, hearing Valay and Malay hurrying to her side. She could practically feel their wide eyes staring in wonder at the weapon.
The merchant smiled, his purple eyes twinkling. "So this is the weapon you have selected? Quite the interesting choice."
"Uh, thanks?" Kiana said, now looking the tetsubo over and wondering if it was cursed, or if the guy before her was going to turn out to be a demon or something and that every item in the shop was cursed in some karmic way like the old cliche.
"It is made from a healthy branch of steelwood. Note that I said made, and not carved. As exquisite as a weapon or armor made from carved steelwood is, it pales in comparison to one that is made with secret techniques to sing the form it was always supposed to be straight from the trees themselves. Doing so ensures that any weapon or armor crafted this way will never dull or break. And the price will, of course, reflect as much..."
"Ah," Kiana said, understanding what the merchant before her was getting at.
"That particular tetsubo I cannot part with for less than a platinum," he said.
"Sold," Kiana said, pulling open her pouch and jangling it as her hand disappeared inside. After a moment of her rooting around and sifting coins aside, she found what she was looking for. Out she pulled a single platinum coin. Her brother and sister, as well as the merchant, looked at Kiana in shock.
"Where'd you get a platinum piece?" Malay asked, watching transfixed as Kiana handed the coin over to the still stunned dark elf, who took it and slipped it into a pocket in his robes.
"I found it just outside of town, when I beat down a giant shambling plant creature-thing. I think it ate a traveling merchant or something, 'cause I found a pouch with ten of them in it," Kiana whispered with a wink. She looked up to see that the merchant had the coin back in his hands and was examining it with a jeweler's loupe, nodding in approval as he pocketed both and gave Kiana an award-winning smile.
"A happy transaction," he said, his voice much more jovial than it had been, "please, look around some more for any more weapons that might catch your eye. And please, remember to ask for F'nnickly the Weapon Merchant if ever you're in the cities of Thassles, Ghostflower, or Midnight Tree. I have shops in all of them!"
"I certainly will," Kiana said, meaning it. She imagined she would be seeing more of this F'nnickly on her travels. She then turned to her brother and sister and knelt down, while the merchant turned to address another customer. "Alright, you two, did you guys find anything you wanted? I'll buy it for you."
"But... your birthday money?" Valay asked, looking torn. Kiana gave him and then his twin a kiss on their foreheads.
"You're my cute little brother and sister. If I want to spend money on you guys, I will," she said with a warm smile that only grew wider at the sight of the two now sporting excited grins. They both ran off and started to look more earnestly at things that had caught their eyes.
"Papa probably won't be too happy with me buying them weapons, but I'm sure he and Mama will teach them how to be responsible with them," she thought. She was still crouched to the twins' level and was about to stand back up, when she spotted something else that caught her eye. It was a pair of seemingly plain polished brass knuckles lying inside a small glass display case on a shelf to her left. They looked to be made of a bright silvery metal. Opening the case and picking them up, they weighed next to nothing, but like the tetsubo, something about them called out to Kiana on a level she couldn't quite identify. Smiling, she stood up with them and tapped F'nnickly on his shoulder.
After learning that they were a pair of master-crafted mithril brass knuckles, Kiana bought them for five hundred gold, which was just half of another platinum piece, so she got some change to fill her coin pouch with. Valay was the first to return, carrying a set of shuriken that were enchanted to return to the thrower's hand with a snap of their fingers, a steel dagger, and a chain and sickle that F'nnickly identified as a kusarigama. Kiana had to stop Valay from spinning the weighted end as well as the sickle. Malay returned with a corkscrew oak carved staff that ended with a glowing purple jewel at the top, floating just above the tip. Right below it were human faces carved in, all with sinister-looking grins. It was a swamp dragon staff, meaning that it was great with poison, disease, and paralysis-related spells. With some practice, a dedicated magic user could use it to help with healing very nasty injuries and infections. Together, their purchases ended up costing Kiana another platinum piece plus another fifty gold.
Kiana smiled down at her beloved little brother and little sister, seeing their excitement as they marveled at their new equipment. Mirabelle, not understanding just why they were excited, was still wriggling happily nonetheless. Kiana looked around at her town, beyond the merchant booths and the games, looking at all the sights she had grown up again with, feeling a pang of sadness at knowing in two days, she was leaving. She saw all the familiar faces of her neighbors and friends and everyone else in this town she had grown to love. But it was time, and she knew it. And she had meant what she had said, she was going to visit often. Plus, she'd have Mirabelle with her, so she didn't expect she'd feel too homesick.
Two Days Later...
Kiana's travel pack was fully loaded with spare clothes, food, her mithril knuckles, a couple health potions (not that she was expecting to have to use them), a canteen of fresh water, some alchemical flameless torches, some books, other assorted supplies and, when she was certain no one was looking, Mr. Wolfy. She grabbed her tetsubo and looked at her bedroom, smiling at the bookshelf filled with all sorts of titles and books about faraway lands. Her bed was made, the soft pink comforter that made cold winter nights just so warm. Her closet that was closed, containing a bit fewer dresses than it did a couple days ago, with them safely packed away in her bag. Sighing, she exited.
She was wearing her forest green boots with gold trim up the laces. They matched her green and gold hot pants and matching halter top. Kiana hadn't been too sure about leaving her midriff open like this, exposing her grey back and white tummy, but she had to admit that she had a pretty decent range of movement. And besides, compared to some other female, and some male, adventurers out there wearing what were basically bikinis or lingerie, this was much less revealing.
Out in the living room, her family was waiting. Pumala stood there, holding Kiana's platinum star-shaped badge, signifying the girl was a registered adventurer. Valay had asked Kiana about the badge that had been hand-delivered by guildmaster Graval the day before, the human man wishing the new adventurer a happy birthday. Kiana had explained that she was now officially an adventurer, but a freelance adventurer. She then had to explain that the local guild was a branch of the international inter-adventurer guild association. For freelance adventurers, a platinum ranking was the highest ranking they could achieve. If they wished to rank higher, they needed to join an official guild, like Unicorn Riot or Phoenix Phist. Basically, the guild in their town was just for beginners. The bunny girl was considering joining a real guild, but wanted to first travel and do some missions, and then look in on the different guilds and find out which one she would be most comfortable with.
"Go out there and have an awesome adventure!" Valay said, his voice choking up a bit. He looked away and wiped his eyes before hugging Kiana.
"Yeah, and be sure to tell us all about the places you go and the things you do!" Malay said, her own eyes moist. Kiana felt the hot prickle of tears at the back of hers and furiously blinked them away as she returned their hugs.
"Count on it," she said with a smile. The two letting go, Pumala stepped forward and pinned the badge on Kiana's halter top, her own eyes misty.
"I'm so proud of you, honey-bunny," she said, now doing the hugging. Kiana hugged back, having to blink away some tears again.
"I love you, Mama," she said, being kissed on her forehead.
"I love you too, baby," Pumala said. The older bunny woman, who now had a slight baby bump again, stepped back as her large wolf-man husband strode forward. He tried to look stern, but the silent tears streaming down his face ruined the impression. He threw his arms around Kiana and wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, my little princess is going awaaaaaaaaay!" he sobbed, much to everyone's collective embarrassment.
"I'll be back to visit, Papa," Kiana said, trying to gently pry his arms off.
"Be careful out there on the road, sweetie!" he sobbed again, his tail tucked between his legs.
"I will, Papa, I promise." Kiana smiled as he let go, and walked to the door. She turned and waved to her family, before turning back and opening the door. Just after she took her first step, she felt a jolt and something wrap around her right leg. Looking down, she saw her father, clinging to her leg like a toddler.
"Feli, let go of Kiana's leg right this instant!" Pumala called, while the twins, still saddened by their big sister's departure, shared a giggle at their father's antics.
"Never!" he called back, tightening his grip. Kiana rolled her eyes and smiled back at her mom.
"Don't worry, he'll fall off or I'll manage to shake him off before I get to the bridge," she said, starting to walk, albeit with an awkward gait. She whistled and Mirabelle, now sporting a new pink ribbon around her neck, came slithering after. Kiana's friends were near the gate for a send-off, which was made a little awkward by the still sobbing grown wolf clinging to the now mildly annoyed bunny girl's leg. She thanked them all and hugged each one, before stopping at the gate itself. She raised the leg her father was on, and began to shake. After a few moments, Felixin went flying and landed in the dirt with an 'OMPH!' Kiana waited as he got up and dusted himself off, wiping his face with the sleeve of his red robes, and walked over to her.
"I love you, Princess," he said, looking Kiana in the eyes and forcing a smile, "from the very day you were born, you were always my little princess, and it's just so hard to see you go. But please, know that I love you, and that not only am I already proud of what you've managed to accomplish, but that I know I'll be proud of the things you do out in the world."
Kiana, fresh tears of her own falling, pulled her Papa into one more hug, now the one making it a bone-crushing hug.
"I love you, Papa. I'm so lucky that I got to have you and Mama for parents. I'll be back before you know it," she said, wiping her own eyes. Felixin stepped back and continued to smile at his little girl. Kiana smiled back and, snapping her fingers to pull Mirabelle away from a gate guard's unattended bag lunch, the two set off, with Kiana turning back once to wave goodbye, before they finally crossed the bridge, and were on their way out into the wide world.
Species: Beasta (Rabbit-Kin)
Skills: Sibling Wrangler, Babysitter, Puppy-Dog Eyes, Master Martial Arts, Brawling, Heavy Weapon Proficiency, Sarcasm Mastery, Eyerolling Mastery, Beast Taming Level 3.
Class: (Official) Master-Level Dragon Monk: Storm Dragon School
Equipment: Adventurer's Pack, Steelwood Tetsubo, Mastercraft Mithril Knuckles (x2), Rope (25 Ft.), Canteen (Full), Road Rations, Spare Clothes, Bedroll, Health Potion (x2), Books (x3) Sniffle. And there you have it, folks! I loved writing about Starlight Rose, but now it's time for us, along with Kiana, to explore the wide world! Thanks for reading this new chapter, and be sure to consider leaving a comment or review.
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Moro em Portugal faz 3 anos quase na maior parte desse tempo eu namorava então faziamos tudo junto, terminei esse relacionamento e estou sozinho aqui porque além de ter dificuldade de fazer amizades e conhecer pessoas eu me didiquei totoalmente a minha ex e não fiz amizades nesses ultimos anos.
Nunca tive problema em ser sozinho sempre fiz coisas sozinho e foda-se, dessa vez fui em um Pizza Hut que estava com uma promoção de rodozio e se recusaram a me atender porque só faziam rodizio para duas ou mais pessoas.
Fiquei bolado com isso só queria comer umas pizzas depois de duas semanas comendo saudavel.
I wanted to share a recent hosting experience because I think it really ties directly to the types of guests we have been seeing over the past two years, mostly post-pandemic and getting a lot younger and first time Airbnb guests. Disclaimer, we are in the United States, have Instant Book (long story), and only host stays less than 28 days.
We had two guys stay with us for the better part of three weeks, they didn't really appear to work during the day and were often up very late into the night. No problem with that, it was their business, and they followed all quiet hours except once when their was music and shouting at 3AM.
In the beginning of the stay, we had to speak to them about use of shared spaces (we have more than one guest room with a shared kitchen and bathroom). Kept finding trash around the kitchen, half eaten pizza still in the box left on the kitchen table for a day, and also underwear on the bathroom floor, among other things. We have some very simple but also very strict house rules about shared spaces, to keep common areas sanitary and stay in compliance with our county short term rental laws for multiple guest spaces. This is in the listing, the check-in instructions, the house manual, and signs are posted in common areas. We explained all of this to the guests, they said they understood, and things got better.
Then, at week three, things got a lot worse. About a week from their departure, it was back to everything like before. Trash around the house, dirty clothes left on the bathroom floor, and then they started hanging wet gym clothes and wet towels over the shower rod (a *major* violation of our shared space bathroom rules). An AirBNB message then came in that "someone moved our food" - we determined we had cleaned our refrigerator that day, found moldy food in the back (apparently from the guys initial week here) and had thrown it out. The two guys were pretty mad about that but I simply said we throw out molding and rotten food if we find it in the refrigerator because that was unsanitary.
The coup de grâce was what happened about three days before these guys left. Our housekeeper was doing a deep cleaning that day, had brought her industrials chemicals for the bathroom and we just had another guest leave. She found (no surprise) dirty clothes in the bathroom, a towel on the shower rod, and other used bathroom products either on the floor or on the guest shelf for the now empty room. Also, a second wet towel draped over our toilet paper dispenser, essentially ruining that roll as it was now wet.
She threw away EVERYTHING and did her deep cleaning, later telling us the one towel over the toilet paper actually had s**t on it. Might seem harsh, but it is made *very* clear in our listing that the bathroom is shared and our housekeeper *will* throw away abandoned or unclaimed items not on guest shelves and left in the shower, especially when she deep cleans.
The two guys were LIVID. Sent furious AirBNB messages about how all of their things had been thrown away, we replied with the same thing we had been telling them for weeks and also explained how our housekeeper didn't have a choice, and she was cleaning in accordance with the established rules and laws we had to follow about shared spaces.
So, at the end of this, they had been good guests 80% of their stay and we really did appreciate their business. Thier attitude however, especially towards the end, just seemed very entitled. It was clear as the stay grew longer, they got tired of following our rules and by the end of the stay were essentially treating our home as if it was their pad and they just didn't want to follow our rules anymore. Leaving a review for these guys is going to be interesting, since most of their stay we didn't have problems, but a lot of problems happened at the very end.