Lamborghini was a tractor company before they made cars. Ferruccio Lamborghini was successful and bought 2 Ferraris, one for him and one for his wife. He would drive his business partners to lunch in hhem, but he tended to burn up the clutches. He eventually discovered that they used a same inexpensive part as his tractors, but Ferrari charged 100 times the money for the same part. He spoke to Enzo Ferrari about it and the conversation did not go well. Lamborghini was so insulted by the reply that he started his own car company.
https://www.caranddriver.com/features/a25169632/lamborghini-supercars-exist-because-of-a-tractor/
Tricking people to pay 100x its normal cost is pure unadulterated capitalism.
We have Enzo Ferrari being a prick to thank for the birth of Lamborghini, the Shelby Cobra AC, and the Ford GT40
Almon Brown Strowger was an undertaker and suspected that a rival buisness used their wife’s position as a switchboard operator to steal customers.
So he invented the automatic switchboard and put his competitors wife out of a job.
Fidel Castro offering to send election observers to the US in 2004.
In the same vein, Joseph Broz Tito sending a letter to the Kremlin addressed to Stalin to stop sending assassins, because they always bungled their ops. He added “If you do, I’ll send one to Moscow and I won’t have to send a second”.
Stalin left him the fuck alone after that.
King Harald of Norway, when asked by Trump about getting invited to talk about a Nobel Peace prize, decided to host Obama instead.
Heemeyer held various grudges against town officials, neighbors of his muffler shop, the local press, and other Granby residents. Over about eighteen months, Heemeyer secretly armored a Komatsu D355A bulldozer with layers of steel and concrete.
On Friday, June 4, 2004, Heemeyer used the bulldozer to demolish the Granby town hall, the house of a former mayor, and several other buildings. He killed himself after the bulldozer became stuck in a hardware store he was destroying. No one else was injured or killed.
The townspeople play so innocent in this story. I’ve lived in small towns and see right through their bullshit. The only reason they get away with it is the other party is dead and can’t defend himself.
The time I won at craps.
I don’t gamble. I’ll bet on things or play games of chance for money on occasion, but putting my money on a losing proposition isn’t my idea of a good time. When I go to a casino I go to the poker tables and that’s it.
The whole culture about it just seems so self-defeating and depressing. The superstition, chasing the high of that one-in-a-million lucky event. It’s not for me.
My older brother is mostly the same way, with one notable exception: craps. He’d been talking it up to me for years, telling me how it’s the most fun he’s ever had in a casino, and I should just try it with him and see what it’s like.
It seems too complicated, I told him. He said that you can just bet the Pass Line, which basically means you’re betting that whoever is rolling the dice doesn’t roll a seven. It’s a social activity, he explained, because the whole table is betting the Pass Line and rooting for each other.
The way he described it, a group of a strangers drinking, cheering for each other on their wins, commiserating with each other on their losses, I could almost start to see the appeal.
I downloaded an app and started asking him questions, which he answered patiently. Eagerly even.
Then I saw it.
“What’s the ‘Don’t Pass Line’?”
“It’s a bet against the person rolling the dice. Nobody really bets the Don’t Pass Line. It’s a dick move.”
A plan formed in my mind. “Ok, I’ll play.”
That night, I’m sitting at the craps table. To my right, my brother. To his right, our little sister. They sit me on the far left so I can get a feel for it before it’s my turn to roll.
The rest of the table is a smattering of dead-eyed gamblers. They looked preemptively disappointed, but ready to be amazed. Like they were ready to get caught up in a run of good luck, but they weren’t going to bring it themselves. Not the party I was promised, but there was some promise there.
First up, my sister. She rolls to set the point. We all put our chips on the Pass Line. Some of the gamblers make more specific bets.
She rolls again, and we win! She rolls again and again, and we keep winning. I see the spirits lifting around the table. There’s talking, laughing, cheering, free liquor, free money, and suddenly I get it.
Eventually my sister rolls a seven and her turn ends, but that’s ok because she already won the table a shitload of money. I’m up like $150 myself.
The table knows us a little by now. I’m new, we’re all siblings, and surely my brother will continue the hot streak.
But a plan is a plan.
My brother takes the dice and rolls the point. Everyone places their chips. I place my chips.
The dealer asks me, “Did you mean to put your chips on the Don’t Pass Line?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant to do.”
Silence. Then my sister: “You’re an asshole.”
My brother rolls again: seven. The Don’t Pass Line wins me a couple bucks.
I take the dice and proceed to go on a mini hot streak myself. I win like another fifty bucks, but the table never recovers. The mood is dead. I killed it.
That was probably twelve years ago. To this day, if it comes up, my sister will only call me an asshole again. My brother won’t talk about it at all.
My brother takes the dice and rolls the point. Everyone places their chips. I place my chips. The dealer asks me, “Did you mean to put your chips on the Don’t Pass Line?” “Yes, that’s exactly what I meant to do.” Silence. Then my sister: “You’re an asshole.” My brother rolls again: seven. The Don’t Pass Line wins me a couple bucks.
This doesn’t make any sense
- Once the point is established by the shooter on the come out roll, you cannot play Pass or Don’t Pass lines.
So after your brother takes the dice and rolls the point. You cannot place your chips on Pass/Don’t Pass. Maybe why dealer was confused?
- Don’t Pass Line pays on shooter rolling 2 or 3 on come out roll. You’d lose if he rolled a 7. Pass Line wins if shooter rolls a 7 on come out roll.
Second roll was a 7?
You’d have bet Don’t Pass before your brother ever rolled the dice for a second roll 7 to win the Don’t Pass
Bets after the shooter’s first come out roll are usually Come/Don’t Come bets.
If you made a Don’t Come bet instead of a Don’t Pass (Dealer was confused from your illegal play and considered it a Don’t Come bet.) You’d still lose if a 7 were rolled second. So that doesn’t make sense.
If your first bet was after your brother rolled once. The only way you’d win with him rolling a 7 on his second roll would be to play a SEVEN bet. Which would be an even bigger dick move than Don’t Pass because it’s a one turn bet that your brother was going to roll a 7.
I guess most likely you played the don’t pass before your brother ever rolled
It was years ago and I probably misremembered that part. I only skimmed your comment because craps is so boring, but yeah it’s probably whatever you said.
Thanks for the correction.
2007 starbucks, AZ. If a customer was an asshole, the worker they were an asshole to would request a restock of the sugar free classic so the Barista on bar could hear. There was no sugar free classic syrup. The drink would be made decaf.
It’s petty, but…dont be a dick
The name of that barista was Satan.
My landlord was sexually harassing my neighbor with threats to raise rents if she didn’t ‘give it up’
So me and 4 of my friends took apart his car and broke into his apartment and mostly reassembled it in his living room
I quite liked the internet vs hedgefunds (gamestop) case
I was at the cricket and there were two guys sitting nearby. One threw something like a jaffa (solid choclate with a hard shell) into the crowd in front and hit someone. A dick move but unlikely to do any lasting damage. A security guard and then police officer got involved, said he threw a golf ball or something along those lines (similar but worse). He accurately said he didn’t but got thrown out anyway.
His friend sat there for a few minutes then tried to start a Mexican wave. He didn’t the first few tries but was determined and eventually got one going. I didn’t realise until the wave had done a lap of the cricket ground, but during this time he had filled his hand with as much sunscreen as he could, then as it went past he splattered it all over the back of the security guards hair and back before disappearing into the crowd.
Most of the 40,000 people who took part in the Mexican wave had no idea what they were just a part of.
Favorite… wait what? We’re supposed to LIKE things people do out of spite?
Nah we probably aren’t supposed to like them but I remember reading what was probably a joke, but I had to laugh awhile back. Something about a guy finding out his girlfriend was cheating on him so he packed all his stuff and left and when she got home she found not only did he leave but he uninstalled the toilet and put it by the street as they lived in a 1 bathroom place.
Probably fake, but that’s some creative ass pettiness.
There was another one about a woman whose husband left her and told her sell my Porsche and send me the money, so she sold it for $100. I know it’s natural to laugh at human failings, I’m just turned off by “What’s the worst behavior you ever saw?” posts.
Malicious compliance sometimes.
Most of my comments.
I know he’s Australian. I was suggesting he use his talents on another dictator. And yeah, I’m pretty sure the world DOES revolve around the US. That’s the problem. But thanks for the passive aggressive response.
