Would also be really annoying if they wore heat resistant gloves to throw back the hot tear gas canisters and if this got shared to all those protesting…

    Would be a further shame if people started covering cameras (as seen in Hong Kong, with protestors using poles and rakes to lift cardboard boxes over security cameras), blinding drone optics with laser pointers, and flooding police-run reporting apps with junk data.

    It would be a shame if the protesters noted that plainclothes cops can be identified a number of ways, such as wearing steel-toed boots; an armband or wristband of a particular color; driving white, black, or dark blue cars with concealed lights; or having the outline of cuffs visible in the back pocket or the bumps of an armor vest’s shoulder straps under their shirt.

    It would be a shame if the protesters began making their signs out of inch-thick plywood to stop rubber bullets, forming a tight shield wall to prevent police from singling out and mobbing individual protesters. It would be a shame if the people behind the shield wall held up umbrellas so that tear gas canisters fired over the heads of the front line will be bounced away. It would be a shame if protesters began constructing improvised armor vests out of duct tape, hardback books, and ceramic tiles.

    It would be a shame if protesters started wearing safety glasses, hard hats, respirators, and gardening gloves, all of which can be found at the same hardware stores as the plywood. It would be a shame if they started using traffic cones (the kind without the hole in the top) upside-down buckets, or other improvised lids to contain tear gas by placing them over the canisters.

    It would be a shame if protesters learned that police scanners are legal to own in the US, allowing them to learn where police are moving and what routes they intend to take. It would be a shame if they discovered that these scanners can be used to send as well as receive, allowing them to flood the scanner frequencies with noise.

    All this would be a terrible, terrible shame.

    a word of caution about the plywood though… I just reblogged a post earlier today saying that if a rubber bullet hits that and shatters it, the splinters can put you in more danger. depending on how you’re holding it up, it can also damage your arm if you’ve strapped it on somehow, and carrying a shield can make you a target for them to shoot things at, so it might actually be safer on the whole if you don’t try to construct a shield, counter intuitive though that may seem.

    It’d be a shame if I reblogged this and people read it

    <>Me: “How can I help you today, ma'am?<>

    Client: “Is e-mail intern<>et”?

    Me: “I beg your <>pardon?”

    Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read<> my e-mail?”

    Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to vi<>ew your e-mail.”

    Client: “Oh, dear. I c<>an’t see my e-mail.”

    Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for m<>e and tell me what you<> see?”

    Client: “Open what?”

    Me: “Your bro<>wser, can you open <>up your browser?”

    Client: “My…my…?”

    Me: “What you<> click on when you want to browse the internet?”

    Client: “I don’t use <>anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.”

    Me: <>Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desk<>top?”

    Client: “You mean<> I have to start writing letters again?”

    Me: “I’m…what, I’m sor<>ry?”

    Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.”

    Me: “No, ma'am, your desktop, on you<>r computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?”

    Client: <>Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my<> e-mail?”

    Me: “<>We…okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?”

    Client: “My what?”

    Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”

    <>Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.

    <>Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen<>?”

    Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two<> hours.”

    Me: “An err<>or message?”

    Client: “No, just stars. It’s black <>and moving stars.”

    Me: “…Do you see your mouse<> next to your keyboard?”

    Client: “Yes.”

    <>Me: “Move it for me.<>

    Client: “Move <>it?”

    Me: “Yes. M<>ove it.”

    Client: “My e-mail!”

    mer-squared

    This post gave me a fucking ulcer.

    <>Human: Deal.

    <>Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

    <>Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

    <>Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

    <>Human: So, when do we start?

    <>Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

    <>Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

    <>Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

    <>Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

    <>Fey:

    <>Fey, blushing: Ah.

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    The faster you scroll the better it gets

    i'm am idiot and i love myself so I scrolled up and down this post multiple times

    Actually genuinenly enjoying my customer service job sometimes

    Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”

    Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*

    Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”

    Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*

    Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”

    Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*

    Customer: <>Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”

    me: “I love and forgive him.”

    Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”

    Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*

    Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

    Gotta try it

    I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

    Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

    Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

    I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

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    Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

    Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

    I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

    I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

    Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

    reddobastard

    <>WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERI<>CA

    blossombarnes

    It’s called the Murder Strut.

    IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!

    little-miss-stan

    A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.

    This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!

    #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17

    #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k19

    we still need it

    i must look like im gonna’ murder because people normally swerve around me (?)

    #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k20