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This is the continuation to post 465: Uncle Autism, and the stories he tells part Uno, which can be read here. This post relates the second story he told. Enjoy. 

While we were IN Sweden, between losing phones, and getting my ass handed to me by mosquitos, I also heard two new stories from my uncle. The autistic, yet functional, uncle. He's been one of the few constants in my life. Never changing, ever alike, he's a weird uncle you both love and sometimes need a break from. I've always been fond of him, and his ways, but even so, 3 days of unbuffered, inescapable talking CAN get out of hand!

In a world that's more and more focused on political correctness and the extending of goodwill to others, some people are only in it to freeload off of others. When they don't get what they want, they appeal to the conscience of people. In other words; they are using low blows. Two recent incidents proved this to me above anything else.

Several times on this blog, have I written about the hotels I've worked at, compared them, reminisced, ranted and raved etc. Things develop over time, of course, and things are taking a new turn in here. Not directly affecting me, it's not something I'm terribly concerned about, but it does make me think back to times, when I was affected.