I’ve always made it a habit to tip 30-40% when going out. The greater percentage going to the establishment that carries above and beyond service or spectacular food.
With that being said. Anytime I see added gratuity, the tip automatically goes down to 15% and I will no longer visit said...
Def a sketchy place. I’ve seen multiple people flag themselves in there. No protection barriers between stalls. The walls and ceiling are shot up to heck. No RSO in the basement. I usually go there if I have a weekday off early during opening hours to avoid the sketchy people.
Deb’s has always been open. It has inconvenient hours for us working class people. But it’s pistol only and lots of rif raf that frequent this place. It’s fairly close to me so I go there when I need to test out a pistol. Seeing as I have a few $10 passes laying around.
They have a ventilation...
Haven’t been to either of those establishments since Tim from MAC had his shop in the back room at the Valpo store. Both of those places always had overpriced products and bad costumer service. Which is sad because the Griffith store was minutes from me.
Kalashnikov USA just pulled the same move. Made a big order with them 2 months ago and got my delivery within two weeks. Put another order in 5 weeks ago with no response. So I sent an email about my order 2 weeks ago and have yet to receive a reply. Checked some articles and turns out they...
I had some older outdoor hardwired security cameras installed that ran through the attic. Upgraded it to some wireless ones a couple of years back. But none the less they tore the camera wiring up along with some exhaust vents from what I can see.
Now we play the waiting game thanks to Jedi.
Even went all out and got the extra chunky, double stuffed Oreos, and Devils Cake for these Evil Pandas last meal. :shoot:
Cut every branch that was even remotely close to the roof. Black peppered the entire attic. No foos sources besides the fridge inside the house. I can’t figure it out.
Sad part is. I’ve never even had a single bug or critter. But somehow this raccoon bastards desired my attic was the best place for them. And I can’t seem to comprehend why.