how can I keep them from taking my phone numbers?

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We are Americans traveling from Waverley to London King’s Cross via Lumo on Sunday. We’ve had two email communications with Lumo about our oversized suitcase and it takes forever to get a response and still no phone number. I was hoping to crowdsource a few answers to help us plan our day…
(I’ll disclaim by saying that I do acknowledge our lack of foresight at bringing this obnoxious suitcase. We’ve contemplated getting 2 smaller ones instead but Lumo basically said it could be done with what we have and now we know for future trips to pack lighter and smaller))
We have to request a Lumo attendant lock up our oversized bag. Has anyone done this before? How far in advance of train departure did you approach staff?
How early can you board the train, and is there a trick to determining when your train arrives from its last run? We have a child and small suitcase also to board with and would like to get on and out of the way quickly.
Any general recommendations for timing and navigating Waverley? Our train is scheduled to leave about 15:45. We’ve walked over the station several times and know how to get there from our flat but any tips are appreciated!
Thanks in advance!

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Target User: u/Brex10_reddit
URL: /Twittecomments/1284wrk/some_problems_making_a_new_account/
Title: Some problems making a new account
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I recently made a new account because my old one got hacked, I went into setting trying to set up that password reset protection and set/verify my phone number but every time I enter the password it says its the wrong one, I literally JUST made the account i know it's the right password, but it's not working
I made the account using the "Sign up with existing google account" thing, is that why it's not working? what can i do to fix it?

I was scraping a living working as a security guard.
I was stationed in shopping malls where my days were spent asking teenagers to move on. I sat behind desks in the lobbies of office blocks staring at CCTV monitors where nothing happened for hour after hour. And I patrolled construction sites on freezing cold nights, actually wishing someone would try and break in and steal some of the building materials. At least then I could get warm by chasing them.
My job was garbage.
One night, I was responding to an alarm which had gone off at the lot of a car dealership.
I parked up outside. The alarm was flashing but there was no sign of damage to the building so I assumed it was yet another waste of time.
I stood in front of the window and looked at the sleek, high-performance vehicles on display that cost more than I would earn in a lifetime on my pathetic wage. My reflection peered back at me: a sad figure dressed in a grey security guard’s uniform.
I sighed, turned away and headed back to my car. I had left my work phone on the passenger seat. I had to use it to fill in an online form after every call out before leaving the scene and would get my wages docked if I did not complete all the boxes correctly. It felt so futile.
I unlocked the car and was reaching for the door handle when I saw movement across the road. A glimpse of something running on all fours.
It slipped down an alley and away out of sight.
I thought at first that it might have been a fox.
There were a small number of exclusive restaurants in the surrounding blocks and their refuse would be packed with tasty morsels for scavengers. They wouldn’t care that it was leftovers from haute cuisine prepared by a chef with his own show on cable tv.
But my hand hovered over the door handle.
What if it had been a dog? I wondered. A stray destined for the pound that would eventually, heartbreakingly, be put to sleep.
I had always liked dogs a lot. I admired their loyalty and their tenacity, though my circumstances over the years had meant I had not owned one since I was a teenager.
And though I should have got busy filling in the mind-numbing online form, I decided that could wait.
I wanted to see if it was a dog. If it was, maybe I could rescue it and give it a home. That would give my empty life some kind of purpose.
Trying not to think about how I was going to afford to pay for dog food and veterinarian’s bills, I set off on the animal’s trail.
The alley I had entered was narrow and dark. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust then carried on. I moved slowly, not wanting to spook the animal.
I knew that if it felt threated it could lash out, and the last thing I needed was a trip to ER to get treated for a bite.
But there was no sign of it and the only sound was a drunk singing in the distance.
I shook my head sadly. I would have to give up and get back to the car. There would be another job lined up for me by now and the supervisor would be wondering where I was.
I turned – but did not take another step.
A pair of eyes glowed in the darkness ahead of me. They were red and burning with rage.
I could see the snout of the animal now as well and its teeth… only they were not the teeth of any kind of dog or fox. They were way too big, way too sharp.
They were fangs. And they were coming my way.
My guts cramped with fear.
I needed to get out of there or stand and fight. I clenched my firsts.
The animal was close. It began to snarl and crouch. I realised with horror that it was about to go for me.
Suddenly the alley was filled with the sound of screeching tyres and an engine roaring like it was fit to burst.
A car sped into view. It was backing in and barely fit into the cramped space. Its sides scraped along the sides of the alley with a sickening screech. Then it slammed to a halt.
I heard a door open, and a man stepped out of the driver’s seat.
He wore a battered leather coat that reached almost to his ankles. A fedora was balanced at a rakish angle on his head.
He smiled, and I saw the glint of a gold tooth.
“Well, howdy,” he said to me, “I will take it from here.”
The animal had not moved since he had arrived on the scene. It had remained low to the ground, its teeth bared, its hackles raised.
The man stood tall before it, patted a holster on his hip and said, “I got six silver pieces in here. I will need only one. There will be no morning after regrets then. The only thing waiting for you will be a cold hard grave.”
It was insane. He was speaking to a crazed animal as if it could understand him.
The animal responded with a howl, then leapt at him.
Moving with lightning speed and agility, the man rolled out of the way and was back on his feet in a flash. He drew, and a loud retort filled the alley – all while the animal was still mid-air.
The impact of the projectile sent it spiralling down. It hit the ground heavily and did not move.
I stood there transfixed, barely able to breathe.
The man opened the trunk of his car, picked the animal up and placed it inside.
As he closed the trunk, I could swear I saw pale human skin appearing beneath the animal’s fur.
The man turned back to me. “Word of advice, stranger. Stay out of dark alleys on nights like these. The full moon’s real pretty, but she brings out the beast.”
Then he tapped the brim of his fedora in a relaxed salute and climbed back into his car.
I was left standing watching open-mouthed as he drove away.
I had not noticed that it was a full moon but, when I looked up, I saw it burning bright in the dark city night.
I took a deep breath and headed back to my car.
There were missed calls on my work phone and a red-flagged email telling me to report to personnel in the morning.
I did not tell the drone in the suit who I met in the security company’s headquarters at 9.30 the next day what had happened in the alley. I knew that was pointless. There was no way he would believe me – and, it turned out, the damage was already done.
I listened as he told me that I was fired for taking an unauthorised break.
It took all my self-control not to reach over the desk, grab him and tell him exactly what I thought of his organisation and his stupid face.
With my head held high, I walked out onto the street. I had my dignity but nothing else. I was unemployed and close to broke.
I needed to think. I decided it was too early to go to a bar and consider my options over a stiff drink, and my cramped apartment was the last place I wanted to be when I was already feeling down, so I set off walking.
I had no destination in mind, I just drifted.
As I paced the streets, my mood got bleaker and bleaker. I could not see a way out of the dire situation I was in.
Finally, as dusk fell, I gave in to the temptation of a drink. There was a bar on the corner. It had no windows and there was broken glass and cigarette ends scattered across the sidewalk in front of it.
It was a dive.
Ideal for a loser like me then, I figured, and headed in.
The inside of the bar was hazy with smoke and dimly lit by a fluorescent strip that was dancing with flies. There were half a dozen patrons nursing beers, and a juke box was playing a song about looking for love.
The only thing anyone was going to find in this place was regret and stale breath.
I headed to the bar and ordered a double bourbon neat. The barman slid over a glass and poured out the drink.
The rim of the glass had more fingerprints on it than a crime scene. Telling myself that alcohol was a very effective disinfectant, I downed the bourbon in one, then turned to leave.
Call it the ambiance, call it the dirty looks I was getting because my eyebrows did not meet in the middle, but this bar was not helping my mood one little bit.
I was almost back at the door, when it swung open and the man from the alley strolled in.
His fedora, long leather coat and confident strut made him stand out a mile in the seedy bar.
He looked at me and I saw recognition in his eyes, but he carried on right by me without a word and made his way towards a lone figure sitting at a corner table.
I’d paid this man no heed before. He was keeping to the shadows and, even as he was approached, he had eyes only for the drink that sat in front of him.
Common sense was telling me that there was about to be trouble and I should leave, but I had not ended up one step away from the gutter by listening to my common sense.
So I leant against a wall and watched and waited.
The man wearing the fedora had reached the table. He had his back to me, but I imagined a gold tooth glinting as he said, “It is time to end this.”
His voice was calm and cold. He meant business.
The lone figure responded by taking a long drink, then placing his glass back down slowly and deliberately. The sound of the glass clinking on the tabletop was the loudest sound in the bar by now.
The juke box was silent and everyone else in there seemed transfixed by the encounter as well.
The lone figure got to his feet. He was slender and dressed all in black. In the gloom, his eyes were two points of darkness and his skin looked drained of all colour.
Then he smiled, and I felt a cold chill run through my body.
The tips of his teeth were viciously sharp points. Had he had filed them down to be like that? I wondered. Or was there another explanation?
One that belonged far from the light of day, in a dank, dark place like this.
The lone figure kept smiling as he said, “That’s not going to happen. It’s night now, so I will be leaving here to get myself a drink that satisfies my thirst. The plasma they keep behind the bar for me here just doesn’t cut it. In fact, this whole situation lacks bite.”
Then he snarled and his jaws snapped open. His grotesque teeth looked like a steel trap. One that was about to close around the neck of the man in the fedora.
But, once again, he moved at speed, producing a sharp wooden stake from inside his leather coat and striking it into the heart of the lone figure – who screamed then crumbled into dust.
The man in the fedora turned to walk away.
Only his path to the door was blocked by the barman. He held a sawn-off. “You should not have done that,” he said. “Vampires are my best customers.”
Then he let loose with both barrels.
There was nothing the man in the fedora could do. He was sent flying backwards, crashing through chairs and tables before sliding to a halt.
Appalled at this vicious assault, I threw myself at the barman and knocked him out with a right hook.
Then I scrambled over to the man in the fedora. He was in a bad way, but he was still breathing. His eyes flickered opened.
I forced a reassuring smile onto my face and said, “Don’t try and move. I’ll call 911.”
“No, there’ll be too many questions.” he gasped and tried to sit up. His face contorted with pain and he swore. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, “Help me get out of here.”
I had no idea what he was talking about and still thought calling the authorities was the best thing to do, but I saw that the other customers were giving us filthy looks and that the barman was coming round. I decided that getting out of there as soon as possible was the wisest option after all.
I helped the man in the fedora get to his feet and took as much of his weight as I could as we struggled towards the door and out into the night.
I recognised his car parked across from the bar. He gave me the keys and collapsed into the passenger seat.
I was about to tell him I was not insured to drive his vehicle when I saw the door of the bar open and the barman emerge.
Getting pulled over for a traffic offense was small change compared to the volley that was about to come our way, so I dived into the car, gunned the engine and gripped the wheel as we sped away.
I almost hit a car at the next intersection but swerved just in time. My heart was beating way too fast and I was coated in sweat. Then the headlights of a truck filled my line of vision and its horn blasted out a warning.
It missed us by inches.
I could not take it anymore. I pulled up at the side of the road and sat there shaking.
I glanced over at the man in the fedora and was amazed to see he was grinning.
“What in Hades’ name is going on?” I snapped.
“I am a freelance operative,” he replied. “I am paid by the government to eliminate monsters.”
I looked at him, lost for words.
“Sounds crazy, I know,” he continued. “But I assure you I don’t need a straight-jacket, just one more favour. I live a couple of blocks from here. I’m figuring it would be safer to walk the rest of the way and, while my Kevlar vest, soaked up most of the blast I’m still in a world of pain…”
He left it hanging there.
I sighed then told him I’d help him get home but that was it.
A day that had started with me being fired had descended into chaos and my nerves were shredded.
With him leaning on me we made our way slowly through the streets, until finally we reached what looked to me like a derelict warehouse. Even though it was late, a steady stream of traffic passed by. This city never slept.
“This is my place,” he said, while unlocking the door with a big brass key. The door opened with a creak and I helped him inside.
He flicked a light switch on, revealing a long open plan room that was a strange mix of workshop and living space.
An old and very comfortable looking sofa sat in front of a tv that looked about thirty years old. There was a fridge nearby, a stove, and a sink that was piled high with dishes.
A tool box stood open on the floor near to the sink, and a wide wooden workbench ran along the side of one wall.
There was an unmade bed as well, and an empty clothes hanger. Rumpled clothes lay scattered across the floor.
“I’m guessing you live here alone,” I said.
He shrugged and responded with, “Wherever I lay my stakes, that’s my home.”
I thought he was joking until I saw the row of wooden stakes lined up against one of the walls. The tip of each was sharpened – just like the one he had used in the bar.
He tapped the nearest one and said, “I like to keep plenty of replacements. Always seem to be leaving the things behind.”
Then he made his way over to the sofa and sunk down onto it.
I could see he was still in a lot of pain, but his breathing was regular and as I watched his eyelids closed and he started to snore quietly.
It was time for me to make my exit – only I could hear the rain falling heavily against the roof of the building. It sounded filthy outside, and I was beat.
There was an armchair in one corner of the room. It looked ancient and the lining was split open in a bunch of places. At that moment in time, it also looked incredibly comfortable.
I dragged myself over and pretty much collapsed onto it.
I don’t even remember closing my eyes.
The next thing I knew, I was blinking and yawning and rubbing my face. The morning sun was reaching into the room from a skylight and there was a pot of coffee brewing on the stove.
There was also a fax machine whirring into life.
I thought they’d gone the way of the dinosaurs so was bemused by the spectacle as a printout appeared. I went over to see what was on the sheet of paper.
It was a two-tone reproduction of a mug shot. Whoever it was, was not going to win any beauty contests. He looked desperate and dangerous. He also appeared human, but I assumed there was more to him than met the eye, if he was of interest to a monster hunter.
Below the picture there was a dollar sign followed by four figures.
I whistled quietly to myself. To a man in my dire financial straits, it was a substantial sum.
I was thinking how having that kind of money in my pocket would have made my life a whole lot better, when the man who I had helped the night before came into the room.
He took the printout from me, studied it, then said, “Looks like it’s time for me to go back to work.”
His leather coat and fedora were on the floor. He started to bend over to pick them up but pulled up in pain.
“Look,” I said. “If I understand this right, and you’re going to try and take out that desperado for that fee, then I would say you are going to fail. I reckon at the best you’ve cracked a couple of ribs. What you need is a partner, with a fifty-fifty split of the money when we succeed.”
He did not look happy about my suggestion and replied, “It will be dangerous in the extreme. You must realise that after seeing the last couple of vermin I took out?”
Unease trickled through me. But I wasn’t going to be put off that easily. I really wanted the money.
I pointed at the mug shot and asked, “What kind of monster is this?”
He grabbed a second page that had appeared from the fax machine, read it, then told me, “It says he is a shapeshifter. He is more dangerous than the lycanthrope I killed in the alley because he can change at will, not just during the full moon, and he could well share the cold logic of the vampire from the bar. The amount of the fee reflects this.”
I swallowed and tried to pretend like I was not scared as I said, “My offer to partner up with you still stands.”
He felt his ribs then looked me in the eye and growled, “Let’s do this thing.”
He drove this time, wincing every time we hit a pothole.
I had the two printouts on my lap and was leafing through an old A to Z of the city. I was looking for the street name that was among the details provided on the second sheet of paper.
“You do know it’s much easier to do this online,” I told him, as yet another bump in the road made me lose my page.
“Easier, but risky,” he told me. “Emails and messaging services are frequently hacked but no one is looking for information sent by fax. And who’s to say someone is not looking at the results of your internet searches the moment you bring them up.”
“I guess you don’t trust money being wired into banks either. So how do you get paid?” I said with a cynical tone.
He replied without missing a beat: “In cash. Used notes. Collected from drop off points, and never the same place. Do you like being given cash in hand? I know I do.”
I had to smile. He had me there. I went back to the A to Z.
After a couple of unnecessary detours caused by my rusty map reading, we finally turned into the right street. The apartment block we were looking for was on our left.
Finding monsters in alleys and dive bars had made sense. I also assumed monsters would hang out in graveyards, crumbling mansions, and other generally creepy and run down locations.
As I climbed out of the car and looked up, I was surprised.
The apartment block was sleek and modern. Balconies extended below each window. The views from the upper ones must have been stunning. And back down at ground level there was no graffiti or trash anywhere in sight.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked.
He looked me at me and said, “The fax never lies.”
Then, hiding his pain behind a swagger, he strode up to the entrance and pressed a bunch of intercom buttons all at once.
“Someone is bound to be expecting a delivery,” he said, and sure enough we were buzzed in straight away.
We made our way through the plush lobby and waited on the elevator. The details we had been given also told us the shapeshifter lived in the penthouse suite.
“Must be profitable being a monster,” I said as the display showed the elevator descending.
The man in the fedora kept his attention on the display as he replied, “For some it can be. They use their differences to gather fortunes and power, sometimes through deluded acolytes, sometimes through violence and cunning. For others, though, being different is a curse, pure and simple. They wallow in filth, driven by base instincts to feed and hide. Either way, it is only a matter of time before they are identified as monsters and an operative is sent to end them.”
The elevator arrived and the doors slid open. The interior was wallpapered and there was a small, ornate sofa on one side. More signs that the shapeshifter had clearly done very well for himself.
That was all about to change.
The elevator ride was smooth and swift, and we emerged into a corridor where our boots sank into a thick, white carpet. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a security camera fixed high on the wall turn to face us.
I pointed it out and whispered, “Motion activated.”
The man in the fedora drew and obliterated the camera. “Not anymore,” he said and walked up to the door leading to the penthouse.
“It’s over,” he yelled then slammed his boot into the door. I noticed for the first time that he had steel toe caps and steel heels. The door cracked, he forced it open and stepped inside.
I followed. I could feel the adrenaline pushing my fear away.
The downtrodden security guard was history, I was a monster hunter’s partner now.
The vestibule of the penthouse was larger than any of the rooms in my apartment. There were oil paintings on the wall and light fittings that sparkled like jewels. A door opened up off it.
The man in the fedora was already barging through it. I hurried after him, into a living room with a floor to ceiling window. High rises soared in the distance.
A man sat in an antique chair in one corner of the room. I recognised him from the mug shot.
He had an arrogant sneer on his face. An arrogance that spread to his voice when he said, “Breaking into my home was a mistake. The last one you will ever make.”
Then he rose to his feet – and began to change.
His entire body expanded and within seconds he loomed over us. His skin cracked and dark fur began to appear. His fingers split open and claws unfurled, and the sneering face that looked down on us was now that of a beast.
It growled and with dizzying speed went for the man in the fedora.
He made to draw, but his injuries must have slowed him because the shapeshifter reached him before he could.
The shapeshifter lashed out with one of its claw-tipped paws, and the man in the fedora was sent flying across the room.
He lay there looking dazed. His leather coat and Kevlar vest were ripped and blood was seeping out.
The shapeshifter raised its claws, ready to inflict a fatal blow.
I had to act. I grabbed a chair and swung this at the shapeshifter. It turned and smashed the chair out of my grip.
I was left standing there as the shapeshifter snarled at me. The only thing I had achieved was to move up the victim chain. I would be diced and sliced and left as a gory mess on the floor.
My life flashed before my eyes, and I felt sick to the core as I realised my last thought would be: I have wasted my time on this earth.
Then something whipped into sight, a blur of silver. The shapeshifter looked confused, then its head toppled to the floor.
The man in the fedora dragged himself into view. He was holding a silver boomerang. “An excellent weapon,” he drawled, “Portable, with an edge that will cut through most anything, and very loyal. It always comes back.”
The decapitated head was already changing back into that of a man. A very dead man.
I turned away and was violently sick.
By the time I had recovered, the man in the fedora had left the room. I ran after him and called out, “Do we still have a deal? I get half of the fee.”
He was stepping into the elevator and did not turn round as he replied, “Yeah, sure. I’m going to collect it now. I’ll meet you later to hand over your share. Be at the alley where we first met, at midnight. And don’t be late.”
The doors slid closed behind him.
I punched the air and said, “Yes!”
I was too wired to head home or go for a drink so once again found myself pacing the streets.
I was excited at the prospect of the cash coming my way, but I wanted more than a pay-off. I wanted to be back on the trail of a monster. I wanted the rush of the confrontation. The elation of victory.
Sure, I was green and I knew there was no way I could strike out on my own. But the way forward was obvious. I had persuaded the man in the fedora to partner up with me once. I would do that again.
I was still telling myself that as I waited for him in the alley. It was five minutes to midnight.
Then midnight came and went and there was no sign of him.
I told myself not to worry. He would be there soon, with my money, and I would seize my opportunity to change my life forever.
But, by one a.m., I was still alone.
I cursed the man in the fedora. Did he think he could rip me off?
Well, there was no way I was going to let that happen.
I set off for his base.
It took me hours to get there on foot. I was exhausted but still furious, until I saw that his door was hanging open.
I knew that someone as security conscious as him would never have left it like that, and my anger dissipated.
My nerves tingling with dread, I slipped inside – to be met by a shocking sight.
The man in the fedora was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
“No,” I cried out and ran forwards. I knelt next to him and tried to find a pulse, but there was nothing.
I began to weep. And as I did so, laughter drifted from the edge of the room.
I span round. A tall, pale figure dressed all in black walked into view. His eyes were pools of darkness. My mind flashed back to the lone figure in the bar.
The vampire.
Was this his kin?
“You did this.” I spat the accusation out.
The pale figure smiled. “I took my revenge.”
I was shaking as I screamed at him, “You murderer!”
The pale figure shook his head. “No. I did not kill him, because there are worse things than death I can inflict. You will see.”
Then, he walked away, out into the night.
My mind was racing. I needed to do something. But, what?
I decided I should take care of the body first. It was an empty shell now, but I still wanted to treat it with respect.
I grabbed a towel from among the things on the floor and began to clean away the blood. I stopped when I saw two wounds on the neck.
They were small and deep and I knew in my heart what they were.
Bite marks.
I recalled the vampire’s words: … there are worse things than death I can inflict.
And now when I looked down at the man in the fedora’s chest, I could see it was moving. This was so slight, it was no wonder I had missed it, but there was no question now. He was not dead.
He was undead.
I knelt there and watched as his chest rose and fell, as his eyes opened.
I could see the pain in them, the confusion.
“What happened?” he asked. His voice was very faint.
I told him. There was no point in lying. No way back.
And he knew that. Better than me.
“I can’t exist like this. As a monster,” he said in a quiet, weary voice.
Then he asked me to help him get up. I supported him as he struggled to his feet. He took off his fedora and handed it to me.
It was dawn by now and the sun was starting to reach into the room through the skylight.
He began to move through the shadows that remained towards the still open door.
He hesitated for a moment on the threshold, perhaps remembering his own life, perhaps summoning the courage he needed, then he stepped outside.
Through the gap, I could see the smoke rising from his exposed skin as the sunlight touched him.
I closed my eyes. I could not bear to watch.
I stayed like that for a long time. After a while, I moved over to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
I felt more alone and lost than I had ever done in my whole miserable life. The world was infected by evil. How could I find my place in it now my eyes had been opened to this?
At dusk, I made a decision.
There was one thing l could do. One thing I had to do:
Take revenge.
The need for this burnt white hot inside me.
I put the fedora on, picked up a stake and stepped outside.
The rain struck the streets as I stared out into the night. The lights of cars blurred as they passed, and sirens rose and fell in their endless serenade.
I took a deep breath. Excitement and fear mingled inside me. It was time to go to work.

I bought an airplane ticket with Ethiopian Airlines in late 2021 and with corona restrictions still being in place, all tickets were fully refundable at the time. I had to make use of that policy in December 2021 before my flight and sent an email to Ethiopian Airlines, requesting to cancel and refund my ticket. They accepted and asked me for my bank details to transfer the refund to (about CHF 1600). It’s now been almost 1.5 years and I have been helplessly trying to get that refund to actually be made. Every email and phone call is met with a “we have reminded the relevant department and will get back to you asap.” I bought the ticket from the Geneva office of Ethiopian Airlines but also already contacted headquarters (in Ethiopia) and any area manager’s number I could find online - nothing.
I then initiated a prosecution (Betreibung) via easygov.swiss with the Geneva cantonal office. However, they then informed me via letter that because the Ethiopian Airlines office in Geneva is only a branch and not the head office itself (which lies outside of Switzerland), they cannot prosecute them. They advised me that I may be eligible to instead prosecute them via the debt collection process pursuant to Art. 50 para. 2 SchKG. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find out more on how to initiate this process and calling the Geneva office has left me in long waiting lines and probably in the wrong queue because of my inability to understand French or chose a different language during the call. 😬
Even if you know nothing about this process, do you have any other advise/ideas on what I can do? I presume a lawyer would be the next step but I’m still hoping to sort this out before resorting to one. Appreciate any helpful comments in this very frustrating situation.
TDLR: Ethiopian Airlines owes me a 1.6k CHF refund since 2021 but I can’t prosecute them via a normal “Betreibung” because their headquarters aren’t in Switzerland - HELP.

My fiancé (?) began showing symptoms of bipolar 3 years ago (almost to the day now). Last summer he FINALLY went for help. Before he went, it was utter hell. It went from the phones were bugged, people were following him (us) all the classic paranoia, to he swore I made TikTok videos (never had the app no interest in it), I was a model of some sorts on IG (laughable), accused of screwing half his family (really? Just smh). On and on and on. So after he went for help all was well for a few months until he decides to start drinking again despite me telling him this is not a good idea, not with the meds, etc. Sober he is fine. Drunk I’m the biggest asshole ever, leave, doesn’t love me, the stupidest bullshit ever of to call so and so they’ll let you live there (ex-boss, HIS friend, whoever). Back to accusing me of all the crap again. Laughing at me when I’m finally at the point of hiding in the bathroom and just bawling. When he’s drunk he’s exactly how he was before he went for help. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve poured my feelings out to him, wrote a letter so it’s all black and white, I don’t get a response not even an acknowledgment. He thinks he’s perfectly fine. I recorded him last night, no more I didn’t say that, you’re taking it wrong shit. Do I even play it for him? How the hell do I get anything thru to him? I can’t take anymore mentally myself, the past few years have done a number on me and he refuses to see it. I’m afraid what will happen if I do leave. I’m so lost and just need advice of any sorts.
If you made it thru all that, thank you.

Hello guys,
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Went to 7/11 to top up my phone number, but instead of inserting my phone number at the cash register, the lady gave me a prepaid code, which I now have to activate myself.
However I have no idea where to enter the 14-number code, since
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- on the bill it says "press *123*cash code #call , but where tf do i enter it. message/phone? do i answer one of those 44 spam texts? when i tried messaging the number *123*insert_cash_code_here is just tells me that sending the message has failed. same with replying to TrueMove-H sms.
- on the TrueMove website the help bot tells me 1.go to the menu 2.chose other payment options 3.enter code and 4.it takes a 25% fee cut. . I still would do it, but i cant find that specific menu.
Please enlighten me!

Hello guys,
i need your help. I am actually malding over here.
Went to 7/11 to top up my phone number, but instead of inserting my phone number at the cash register, the lady gave me a prepaid code, which I now have to activate myself.
However I have no idea where to enter the 14-number code, since
- the app True iService only accepts credit card or TrueMoney Wallet/Pay next
- but i cant register for the TrueMoney app, since the app doesnt wanna scan my passport, which is needed to set up an account as foreigner.
- on the bill it says "press *123*cash code #call , but where tf do i enter it. do I message this number? or call it? do i answer one of those 44 spam texts? when i tried messaging the number *123*insert_cash_code_here is just tells me that sending the message has failed. same with replying to TrueMove-H sms and calling the *123*cashcodenumber..
- on the TrueMove website the help bot tells me 1.go to the menu 2.chose other payment options 3.enter code and 4.it takes a 25% fee cut. . I still would do it, but i cant find that specific menu.
Please enlighten me!

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tl;dr: very long search strings that let you quickly find good PvP IVs.
Hello, first of all here are the search strings:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1YcVPkiHGlQa3mRG-JTQXNMldMLUrlHuG?usp=sharing
if you don't know how these work you can find full details in one of my previous posts. You can also watch this video tutorial by RyanSwag and here I leave you a quick summary:

I've generated text files containing search strings for different possible sets of IVs that people might be interested in. You can get to the text file that contains the string that works for you by traversing the tree of folders. To do this, just click on the folder that contains the set of IVs you want to search for each respective league/evolution until you get to the text files. Then, save the content of one of the "Transfer [...].txt" as a saved search in PoGo, and then transfer (or tag for trading) all the pokes that match that search when you need space during community days/events. See my previous posts for more explanation on using the other text file, "Not PvP.txt", or for more insight into the generation or usage of these search strings.For example, let's take a hypothetical event where Scraggy spawns in the wild. I don't have a good great league Scrafty, so I want to look at anything that could be in the Top 100 IV spreads--I click the "Top 100 Scrafty (Great League)" folder. However, I already have the rank 1 ultra league Scrafty, so I click the "Top 0 Scrafty (Ultra League)" folder to not save any of those. I don't play little cups, so I choose "Top 0 Scrafty (Little League)" and "Top 0 Scraggy (Little League)". Finally, I don't really want to build a great league Scraggy, but would consider it if I got a really good one, so I pick "Top 25 Scraggy (Great League)" to reduce the number I have to look at manually. Then for usual (not PvP) high IVs I would only like to keep 96% IV or better so I use the "Transfer (save 96%).txt" string.

Warning: make sure you're pasting the whole string, some phones don't do that.

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If you like this work and would like to financially support it and me you can do so here: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Errubki (I hope this can at least cover the 1.99€ or 2.99€ I pay every month for extra Google Drive space for the strings). Thank you!
And that's it for now. Please leave below any question or concern you might have, and remember you can follow me on Twitter if you want (for updates on these from time to time). Have fun catching!

I'm going abroad soon and am thinking of switching my physical sim in my home country to another sim from that country. I figured it would be cheaper than constantly buying esims online since I'll be frequenting that foreign country.
However, I do need the number attached to my original sim as I use it for work in Telegram. Can I still chat with people using my original sim number in Telegram, with another sim attached to my phone?

Hello poker lovers, this is the subreddit of the new poker room JackPoker. In the following I have compiled a small guide about the most important features of Jackpoker.
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GENERAL INFORMATION
JackPoker is a new poker room founded in 2021. The poker room’s founders switched from Asian poker apps to their own platform in order to expand their services to other countries and offer a better service. The JackPoker website is currently available in German, English, Spanish, Russian and Portuguese and accepts players from almost every country in the world including the Germany and Switzerland for example. Unfortunately, players residing in the US are excluded from the action at JackPoker
It is important to mention that there are no restrictions for players from all over the world, and almost every country is eligible. So all players can easily play with maximum rakeback, as many deposits and withdrawals as they want and there are no other restrictions as to the number of tables or other things.
JackPoker holds a Gaming Curacao License (issued to Jack Entertainment N.V., GLH-OCCHKTW0704092022) which means it is a legitimate poker room with a valid license.
Excluded countries: Austria, Aruba, Bonaire, Curacao, France, The Netherlands, Saba, St. Maarten, Singapore, Belize, St. Martin, United Kingdom and USA.
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WELCOME BONUS
JackPoker rewards all players with an instant deposit bonus and the money is credited to the player’s account immediately. However, it must also be used in the game before you can withdraw it. 50% up to $500 with a minimum deposit of $20 will be credited to your game account immediately.Additionally, all players receive up to 300% of their first deposit in Poker rakeback – for every $20 paid in rake we will refund $5
The bonus must be wagered within 60 days. If you request a withdrawal within these 60 days, the rest of the bonus will be canceled. So it makes sense to wait until the 60 days have passed, or the bonus has been fully used, before making a withdrawal.
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UNIQUE FEATURES:
1. MONTE CARLO JACKPOT
In all NL games, the Monte Carlo Jackpot is awarded to the player who showed the strongest combination from three of a kind at the showdown. To make a combination, you must use both pocket cards. For a combination: Three of a kind or four of a kind, a hand consisting of only a pocket pair can get a jackpot. Example: If one player has a straight flush and another player has a royal flush, in this case jackpot payouts get the player with the strongest hand.
Monte Carlo Jackpot payouts:
Three of a kind: 2-3 big blinds of the table;
Straight: 4-5 big blinds of the table;
Flush: 6-7 big blinds of the table;
Full-House: 10-12 big blinds of the table;
Four of a kind: 27-30 big blinds of the table;
Straight flash: 35-40 table big blinds;
Royal flush: 90-100 table big blinds.
The winnings are credited to the real money balance, you can see it in the cashier.
2. DAILY JACK FLIPOUT-TOURNAMENTS AFTER DEPOSIT
Jack Daily Flipouts are tournaments where all players play only all-in from the first to the last hand. Jack’s value offering is not limited to new Players, all Players will automatically be enrolled into a daily Flipouts every time they re-deposit:
Deposit $10-$50 and play in a $1k guaranteed Flipout
Deposit $51-$200 and play in a $5k guaranteed Flipout
Deposit +$200 and play in a $10k guaranteed Flipout
Top 12 Player pay-out
The luckiest players win!
3. QUEST SYSTEM
JackPoker offers a unique quest system for the game modes Cashgames, Tournaments and Casino. For each game mode, there are a total of three tasks with the difficulty level Easy, Middle and Hard, which offer special prizes for you after completion. Completing all three cash game quests also gives you the opportunity to participate in a $30,000 Flipout Tournament.
The player has a total of one month to complete the respective quests. After the month has expired, the quests will be reset, regardless of whether they have been completed or not, and will be available again from the beginning.
4. LEADER HAT
The Leader's Hat Competition is an extra Tourney reward that’s designed to encourage risk and showcase the beauty of the game The competition starts at the 15th hand after the start of the tournament. There are two types of Leader's Hats:
Knockout Leader Hat:
• Awarded for the most knockouts throughout the tournament and counted at the beginning of every hand;
• A knockout is zeroing your opponent's stack in hands where you are the winner;
• The winner of the Knockout Leader Hat Competition is the player who has the most knockouts during the whole tournament.
Chipleader Hat:
• Awarded for the highest chip stack in the tournament and counted at the beginning of every hand;
• The winner of the Chipleader's Hat competition is the player who had the highest number of hands with Chipleader's Hat.
Important call-outs:
• The competition ends at the moment when only two players are left in the tournament;
• A player can wear both Hats at a time. It is also possible that a player wins two competitions at once;
• There may be more than one winner in each Leader Hat Competition;
• Track your current place in the Leader Hat competition through the leaderboard;
• The reward for any victory in a Leader Hat Competition will be a ticket to the tournament;
• See the tournament description for details.
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NUMBER OF PLAYERS AND POKER VARIANTS
The supreme discipline and most popular variant is Texas Holdem and the action-packed PL 5 Card Omaha (PLO5), which is played with five-hole cards and is becoming increasingly popular on the world market. They also offer normal PLO tables.
The number of players is quite high for a relatively new poker room. There is 24/7 action from micro to high stakes. In NL Holdem, PLO and PLO5 tables run from $0.02/$0.04 to $5/$10.
Their MTT shedule has been greatly expanded over the last time. Nowadays you can find tournaments with buy-ins from 1$ - 300$ which basically run all day long. In addition, there is currently a special MTT series - the Jack Bonanza - where tournaments with $1, $5, $10 and $20 buy-ins with respective cash prizes of $600, $3,500, $8,000 and $16,000 can be won every day.
Every Sunday BigJack has $10,000 GTD for $7, a tournament that usually has a big overlay meaning free money for all players.
Recently there have also been Spin&Go SNG tournaments which gradually bring more and more players to the tables. The action is currently still manageable. There have also been all-in or fold tables, where every player can expect maximum thrills, since you either shove everything into the middle or fold your hand. There are also always interesting freerolls.
In addition, an All-In or Fold game mode was just recently released, but so far it has hardly any traffic.
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RAKE STRUCTURE
The rake structure for cash games is 5% 3BB CAP. The fee in tournaments is about 8%. So JackPoker doesn’t really differ from the competition here.
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SUPPORT
As far as the support is concerned, you can currently be more than satisfied. Within a few minutes you will receive an answer via email or live chat, Telegram or WhatsApp.
Telegramm: https://t.me/PokerJackBot
WhatsApp: +380 63 939 4657
E-Mail: [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])
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APP AND SOFTWARE
JackPoker offers two ways to join the tables: on a computer via a browser version, or via mobile devices ( including iOS and native Android app).We have tested both options and the conclusion is very positive. The lobby is easy to navigate and you can find everything that is important very quickly. You can also preview the tables before you sit down. It doesn’t matter whether it’s via PC or mobile phone, you can easily deposit and withdraw and open and close tables.
On the plus side, JackPoker uses software developed by EvenBet Gaming, a trusted company with a massive and reputable background. The platform and RNG (Random Number Generator) have been independently tested by iTechLabs, GamingLabs and bmm Testlabs and all have concluded that the games are fair and meet international gaming standards.HUDs and other pro-oriented tools like trackers are not compatible with Jack Poker. This is to ensure that the overall player pool stays soft and the Sharks don’t overdo it.
The only negative point is that there is no normal client to download for the computer. Since the browser version runs without any problems, you can cope with this.
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BANKING OPTIONS
JackPoker has focused mostly on cryptocurrencies, and only because of this is it possible to meet players from almost all countries that are excluded from other providers due to various regulations. The player has the following deposit/withdrawal options: BTC (Bitcoin), LTC (Litecoin), BCH (Bitcoin Cash), USDT ERC20, USDT TRC20, Doge, TRX and many more.
But the very popular e-wallet provider MuchBetter is also available to players and Visa/Mastercard is as well. To make a deposit by card, please contact JackPoker Support.
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VERIFICATION AND KYC
JackPoker is a legitimate poker site with a valid gaming license. In order to comply with international anti-money laundering regulations and to ensure a safe and secure environment, JackPoker, like any other poker room, must verify the identity of every player. Therefore, a KYC process (Know Your Customer) is carried out.The verification process is very simple and in most cases, a copy of your ID is sufficient to verify the player account within 1-2 hours. For smaller amounts, no verification may be required at all. The support will be happy to help you at any time and answer all your questions.
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CONCLUSION
JackPoker is definitely a very interesting option for both beginners and professional players. Especially for players residing in countries with strict regulations like Germany, the Netherlands, Switzerland, or Spain for example since there are no restrictions in terms of rakeback, number of tables, or deposits and withdrawals.
In addition, JackPoker has dared to implement some new and unique features (see Monte Carlo Jackpot, Quest System or daily Jack Flipouts), which should increase the fun at the poker table and ultimately pay out more rewards to the players.
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