and without canned air or swifter dusters it's hard to get rid of it just gets everywhere when you wipe it with a rag or something and it always comes back always. unless you live in a hermetically sealed room ala Howard Hughes you're stuck with dust untill you are dust.
Yeah, my main office seems to get dusty fast even after I dusted most of it last summer and continue to vacuum once a week. I feel as if it's a losing battle, but I know doing nothing isn't an option, either.
How about wet shoes when it's raining and a shoe gets a hole in it?
Years ago, a college classmate and I carpooled to an event. On the way, we got caught in ahuge thunderstorm and the parking lot we had to park in was flooded. My side wasn't too bad, but his was so bad that walking in the water permanently ruined his tennis shoes.
Your experience is strikingly similar to my own, about 10 years back. Homeless guy asks me for some change to buy food, I say to him 'hold on,' and head to a nearby Turkish kebab joint around the corner. I got him a fataya, some fries, and a drink. Motherfucker throws the food and the ground screaming 'what the fuck am I gonna do with this?' Last time I EVER gave shit to one of these bums.
Someone I know who runs a clothes closet for the homeless stated very bluntly that many of the homeless that grift at the area's major intersections want the money for drugs and not food as they claim. She shared a similar experience to that shared by
@english_nigger about her own unsuccessful efforts to give food to one such grifter and pointed out that a particular street a block away from one of the grifting sites is notorious for having a drug house that sells stuff to the homeless when they have enough money.
I recently had a homeless person try to accost me in on my way out of the post office of all places. I acted like I couldn't hear him as I walked out.
Not to mention that being homeless or 'sleeping rough' is one huge fucking grift these days. People busk or downright beg on the street, despite having a house they can go to. There have been numerous instances where this has been the case in my city alone.
Years ago, one of the local TV news stations received a tip that a homeless person with one of those "Help me" signs wasn't really homeless. So, the station arranged for an undercover tail of that person and discovered he wasn't homeless at all; he actually lived in a rather affluent area and that the homeless thing was a ruse

because he has no interest having a job.
More recently, someone stood outside of an auto dealership with one of those "Help me," signs until someone from the dealership stood by him with a sign saying something along the lines of "He turned down our job offer." The guy left shortly after that.
I have literally ZERO sympathy for homeless people.
I can have empathy for people down on their luck through no fault of their own or factors outside their control provided they sincerely want to get back on their feet and make an effort to do so. Anyone whose misfortunes come from their own bad decision-making gets no empathy if they reject all reasonable offers of self-betterment.
It's bad enough when a website or program crashes or outright fails to load, but what's even more potentially infuriating is when it just keeps loading and loading and loading but never loads. You can get the false hope that the loading finishes.
Yesterday, I had a PDF file tell me I needed a font pack upon opening it... only to have the link to the pack redirect to a 404 page. Going through Adobe's online help forum/pages turned up nothing apart from claims that such a font pack wasn't needed. My boss had me do a Select All on the PDF, copy it, and past the contents into a Word document with a note that the PDF wasn't printing properly in Adobe.
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My latest peeve is how I've been trying to get enough sleep lately only to wake up 2 hours or so before I need to, go back to sleep, and week up every 30-45 minutes after that with short odd dreams in between until my alarm goes off.