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I'm currently a foreign exchange student in US, and most Americans I meet are friendly and open, and I love them with all my heart, but I have a couple of things that I find annoying about some Americans.Number 1: The NationalityThey'll often realize that I'm foreign as I have an accent (never mind, that sometimes they think that I'm just from the west coast), and then they'll ask me where I'm from.I'll barely be done saying that I'm from Denmark, before they go onto saying: "Oh cool, I'm German," in the beginning, this would excite me, thinking that they were actually born in Germany or had lived there for a part of their life, but it turns out that a lot of Americans like to believe that if they have 1/6 of German in their family tree, they're suddenly German. Also I often come across people who say that there is no such thing as an American, and while you could argue that it should be more along the lines of Citizen of United States of America (you know.. America is not only US..), it is ridiculous to think that you're German, even though you are born and raised in America by American parents.I don't know why, but this is kinda just nagging me.Number 2: CriticismAmericans are quick to criticize and give their (often based on very little or no information) opinion on other countries and/or world events. In Denmark, this is completely normal, and we know that comments from foreigners will be against some of the stuff we think, but we tolerate it because, you know.. freedom of speech (yes, freedom is a thing in the rest of the world, too. Not only in US).In US however, a lot of people will get offended if you criticize US, or maybe just talk about how you think this one particular thing is handled better in other parts of the world, you'll often be met with angry faces.There's a few more, but they've already been talked about in other answers. Don't get me wrong, I love US a lot, and I love Americans even more, but as everyone else in the world, Americans have their flaws, they're just human after all.

I read a lot of amazing answers here and was compelled to write my story . So, here are a few stories about my dad ....1. His 'Dad Sense' is legendaryI had just returned home from my hostel and had a nearly invisible swelling on my head.Dad - What happened ,son?Me - Got hurt playing football , its just a little swelling. Dad - OkThat night ,at dinner...We are all sitting quietly at the table when he leans towards me and says..Dad - Now would be a good time to tell your mum about the bike accident.I nearly choke on my food....2 His priorities are entirely different...2008I am sitting in front of the computer , really depressed. He enters the room.Dad- What happened?Me - I didnt get through . (It was the AIPMT)Dad - Talks to me for an entire hour.2009 , Same time...I run towards his room screaming.Me - Dad, i cleared the exam (it was the AIPMT)Dad - Good (turns back to reading his book)Me - (Baffled at his lack of excitement)Dont you want to know my rank?Dad - (looks up)Son, Are you satisfied with the result.Me - Hell yeah...Dad - That settles it then.(Goes back to his book)3 His sense of humourLast week ,At Crusty Gourmet PizzaWe went out for dinner and had ordered two pizzas and coke. The waiter was already a bit irritated with us as it was nearly closing time.The pizza arrives and so do the drinks.Before we could start eating, Dad spills a glass of coke on the floor.Mum calls out to the waiter to get it cleaned.As the waiter approaches the table ,Dad picks up my glass, starts drinking from it and pats me on the back ,saying-'It's all right ,son. Everybody makes mistakes ''The waiter glares at me the whole time he is cleaning the table, Dad laughs all the way back home.Edit 1 - Here is a picture of us...​

I (an atheist Hindu) was recently traveling in a train with my Mom. She is a devout religious Hindu. With us was my Dad. He is an opportunistically religious Hindu (one who knows when to be religious). At the beginning of our journey, my Mom did her as usual prayer to the list of Gods she always keeps at her finger in case any emergency assistance might be required. When she opened her eyes, I was looking at her with a sarcastic look. She objected and said, in case of a real trouble only God can help us. I smiled and got back to my Kindle, reading Lee Smolin’s ‘Three Roads to Quantum Gravity’. Now she said sarcastically, “Science cannot supersede religion.”.Almost an hour later the train had a technical glitch. We asked a train ticket collector (TTC) about it and he said it was a mechanical or power transmission failure giving indication of a probable delay of couple of hours. It was unfortunate because we had an appointment. My mom began praying again after which she looked at me and Dad. Dad was asleep. I was reading. She poked me and asked, how long did I think, would take for the fix. I replied, “Ask your Gods. I don’t know the future.”. Knowing that she might have felt bad, I calmly explained my line of reasoning, “On a regular passenger commute line they cannot afford to have a broken down train for long, especially at a major junction.”. She half-heartedly accepted my explanation. Now my father woke up and asked whether a prayer was necessary.As I had predicted, the train began to move in 10 minutes. Mom offered her generous gratitude to her list of Gods for fixing the glitch. My father thanked his God for not having to pray and went back to sleep.P.S. Hinduism is the LINUX among all religions. Fully customizable and open source.

There are some good answers here. But mine is for future reference. Next time you get a loaner, do a walk around of the entire vehicle when you pick it up and when you drop it off. This saved me from being blamed for existing damage on a rental car a few days ago. It’s simple to just pull your camera or cell phone out. Covers your a—.I was blamed for damage on a loaner car once. The service advisor failed to have me sign the inspection form verifying everything was fine on the vehicle and that there was no damage. I told this to the service manager and never heard from them again.One time a few years ago, I rented a car and there was damage all on the lower front of the bumper. The associate promised that he noted it in the system. Almost a MONTH after I returned the vehicle, I got an e-mail from Sixt (never again!) that I needed to immediately fill out an accident report so that they could start assessing what I owed them. I replied saying that there was pre-existing damage, that the employee saw it and said he noted it, and that my friend and I would be willing to sign sworn affidavits attesting to such. I refused to fill out any forms. They never emailed or contacted me again.Next time, just record. Way easier.

“This is Natmo signing off- thanks.” Posted at 17.45 on 27/05/2013.Nathan was my friend. He was my friend. He was my friend.We went to the same first school, middle school and high school. My earliest memory is of him sticking his chubby, five-year-old hand in the air in assembly and declaring, in a Scottish accent, “I don’t like bullies!” I was seven, but I thought it was adorable. We were vaguely aware of each other for the next few years until we cemented our friendship in high school.Nathan was 14, now, and still had traces of the lispy Scottish accent that has endeared him to me almost 10 years ago. I can’t remember the first time we really hung out, I just remember that he was there, a constant, in most of my teenage memories. Beach parties, camping trips, shopping excursions, sneaky cigarettes after school, all of these things brought us closer together.When Nathan was 15, I got my first boyfriend. He was Nathan’s idol, and we soon became a trio. I had my own bed in my boyfriend’s bedroom and Nathan had a campbed down the back of the sofa. We would watch scary movies at Nathan’s house, have barbecues at my boyfriend’s house, or we would just sit on the driveway with our bare legs pressed to the hot tarmac, talking.When Nathan was 16, he was cheeky and full of life. He was never short of female attention, a practical joke or a hug if I needed one. He made up his own nickname. He talked through every movie. We never agreed on which DVD to watch, or which video game to play, or who had cheated at poker. When he held my hand, he always held it for too long. When he threw snowballs at me, he never knew when to stop and I didn’t like it. He drove me crazy. He called me crazy and I told him to leave me the fuck alone.When Nathan was 16, my boyfriend and I were getting ready to go to universities in different cities. Nathan and I were at the park, sheltering from the rain under the slide and sharing a cigarette.“Sometimes I look at Chris and it makes me smile.” Nathan had told me. “What am I going to do when you guys are gone?”“I don’t know.” I said, “but we’ll visit.” I don’t have a single memory of those few years that Nathan isn’t in.Nathan joined the rugby team, I went to uni and suddenly we were going to lots of parties without each other. He called me crying one night, because he was drunk, because he missed us and because he had kissed the wrong girl at a party. “I called you,” he told me, “because I know you’re the one person who will always be there for me.”When Nathan was 17 his rugby team got to go on the trip of a lifetime to South Africa. He got a headache while he was out there. I visited him in the hospital when he got home. I brought him gifts as though gifts and love alone could make his cancer go away. He told me he was scared- Nathan was never scared. I told him he’d be alright.He loved his hair, so shaving it off was a challenge for him. He loved to be strong so the effects of the chemo infuriated him. He likes to appear strong, so using a wheelchair in ikea was embarrassing for him. On New Years Eve, Nathan, Chris and I, along with our group of friends, set off Chinese lanterns with a wish for him to get better. He cracked open a beer and lit a cigarette.“Should you be doing that?” Chris asked.“What’s going to happen to me, Chris?” Nathan flashed his trademark grin, “will I get cancer?” And he laughed. We laughed, too, but it was an uncomfortable, sad laugh.“You’ll be better soon.” We assured him, and he nodded cheerfully.“If anyone can beat this, it’s me.” He said confidently. And we agreed. We toasted to it.When Nathan was 18, his twitter account was updated by his father at 17:45 on 27/05/2013.“This is Natmo signing off- thanks.”Nathan was 18 and he had died.

Okay I’ll show you what.People using nonsense short-forms throughout the conversation. Yes, and that too without proper punctuation. Not even a question mark.At times, I can’t even interpret what the person means. How many seconds do they actually save by typing out such senseless things?Please stop using codes. I’m not a computer.People who stretch out words with repetition of letters till it gets so annoying.I think these people are making up for the time saved by those short-form lovers. For what? To make the universal time spent on typing be a constant?In your language, I should say “Stoopppppp!”Excessive use of the letter - ZThe number of unnecessary Z’s in your texts is inversely proportional to how cool you are. Not the other way around.Excessive use of full-stops.I mean what is the deal with all the full-stops? Are you singing a song or something? Or are we playing fill in the blanks game so that I have to fill out all the dots? I don’t understand.Using JUST emojis. What situation be, no change.These people make me want to hate emojis altogether. For God’s sake, speak it out. This isn’t a primer book and I’m not a two year old.The always online one who won’t reply, especially when helps are asked.To add to it, the person not only stays online the whole time but changes his dp twice and updates his status stating how bored and jobless he is. But busy enough to send me a single picture. People, I tell you. -_-Keeps sending each word as a text.This could’ve been wrapped up in two texts. These people probably doesn’t know how disturbing it can get when your phone beeps and vibrates at the rate of 1 time/second.Those people who sends only those stupid chain messages.Reaaally? If you keep sending such messages, your whole contact list will have you in their block list. Oh yeah, I’ll frame it this way. The one BIG thing God fixed for you is the mass block action of your contacts.People who use swear words too much such that it finally makes you scared.Using all the swear words you know in a single conversation and keeping up the ‘swag’. Too much of the F word is giving me a headache.Inconsistent in the cases.Is there something wrong with your keyboard? I’ll pay for it myself to get it fixed. It takes me a hell lot of time to type a single word with all that switching of cases. How, man? WHY man?Taking too much advantage of the revoke feature.Consider yourself finding a large no. of messages from a person and opening up the conversation to see this. *facepalm*In how many messages can someone possibly make a mistake?Then I would also like to mention those people who won’t pick up the calls even if they had sent you a text 20 seconds ago. What could have happened in that span? You got run-over by a bus?The number of unknown guys who keep sending messages saying that they’re ‘interested’ is increasing.Seriously guys, go get a life. :3Thank you for scrolling all the way down. Cheers.PS: All the conversation screenshots attached are made up and are meant for reference.

How do you get a semi-auto to shoot full-auto (It’s for a study)?During WWII, the US Army used a rife called the M-1 Garand. It was a nine and a half pound semi-automatic shoulder weapon. Thirty caliber (.30) ammunition was issued in an expendable Clip which hold 8 rounds.Each time the rifle fired, the bolt would be pushed to the rear of the “receiver,” the empty shell ejected, and as the bolt returned to its closed position it would strip a new cartridge from the Clip and insert it into the chamber.During that cycle, the firing pin that is designed to strike the center of the cartridge thus igniting the gun powder, would be cocked and held in place by a seer,sear ready to be released by the trigger to fire the next round.On rare occasions, if the seer were to break, then the firing pin would immediately strike the next cartridge causing the rifle to continue shooting (e.g. Full Automatic) until the gun jammed or the remaining ammunition was exhausted.I was shooting at a military range once when that happened to someone I knew. He was prepared for a single round, but when it went full auto — for only 3 to 4 rounds before it jammed — the multiple rounds caused the barrel of the rifle to elevate until it stopped shooting. Only the first round was anywhere near the target.

Use LinkedIn to find the right contacts at Apple. Search for “app store manager” in the company of Apple. After finding his/her valid email address (you can use Hunter or Find That Lead tools)Prepare a convincing story and email to a contact you found. Here are some tips for preparing pitch email,Keep it short (Why is your app exceptional?)Show them how Apple can show off with your app to promote its new features.Ask for advice.Having a video increase your chances of getting a response.If you get a reply, you have asked to fill out some forms. Fill them out quickly and accurately.Learn more at 7 ways to get featured on the App Store.Good luck!

Giddings Giddings, Texas's estimated population is 5,095 according to the most recent United States census estimates. Giddings, Texas is the 351st largest city in Texas based on official 2017 estimates from the US Census Bureau. The population density is 997.22 people/mi² (385.03 people/km²).

Distance from Giddings, TX to Houston, TX There are 98.20 miles from Giddings to Houston in southeast direction and 106 miles (170.59 kilometers) by car, following the US-290 route. Giddings and Houston are 1 hour 54 mins far apart, if you drive non-stop. This is the fastest route from Giddings, TX to Houston, TX.

Distance from Giddings, TX to Houston, TX There are 98.20 miles from Giddings to Houston in southeast direction and 106 miles (170.59 kilometers) by car, following the US-290 route. Giddings and Houston are 1 hour 54 mins far apart, if you drive non-stop.

Distance from Giddings, TX to Austin, TX There are 48.51 miles from Giddings to Austin in west direction and 55 miles (88.51 kilometers) by car, following the US-290 route. Giddings and Austin are 1 hour far apart, if you drive non-stop.

Named for Jabez D. Giddings (1814-78), of Washington County, one of four brothers from Pennsylvania who were Texas transportation pioneers and business leaders. The town was established as a shipping point when Houston & Texas Central Railroad (in which J. D. Giddings was a stockholder) signNowed here in 1871.