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Wow. I hope you're feeling better. 
That's can't be a good thing with all you've been through.
That's can't be a good thing with all you've been through.
Thanks Ken I'm OK I ate something that didn't sit well in my stomach. I've had that happen a couple times but it's not bad. I just know, don't eat that. Yesterday it happened while I was in the car pool lane at school, I bet everyone was wondering why I was ducking down.
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I hate to admit I have done that one except it wasn't the mall it was at school.The worst part is when someone else points it out to you. My dad always gets me on that joke, even when I am wearing leggings or pajama bottoms. The interesting part is I have to check. He finds it so funny, I guess I do to.
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that awkward moment when you, not once, but TWICE, whine to two different co-workers how "you just can't wait for friday..."... and about an hour later, realize that it IS friday.
and then wonder whether you confused your co-workers, why they didn't say anything, and and spend a full minute trying to decide whether you should let your co-worker know that (in light of my late-breaking calendar awareness) that "no, WON'T be talking to [him] tomorrow".
and, while pondering that silliness, muse about how it is that i can lose track of time, asking myself i wonder how many other grown-ups also have problems with the calendar, dates and the concept of relative time? and what does that say about me???.
what was i talking about again? ; p
and then wonder whether you confused your co-workers, why they didn't say anything, and and spend a full minute trying to decide whether you should let your co-worker know that (in light of my late-breaking calendar awareness) that "no, WON'T be talking to [him] tomorrow".
and, while pondering that silliness, muse about how it is that i can lose track of time, asking myself i wonder how many other grown-ups also have problems with the calendar, dates and the concept of relative time? and what does that say about me???.
what was i talking about again? ; p
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At least you didn't do what I did.....
I was in the room before graduation started where we all are supposed to be ready......There is a bathroom in the corner of the room....I knock on the door, but can't hear anything over the loud noise of my classmates.....so I try the handle and it is unlocked.....of course someone is in there changing.....I just shut the door and walk away.....my face was probably red....
I was in the room before graduation started where we all are supposed to be ready......There is a bathroom in the corner of the room....I knock on the door, but can't hear anything over the loud noise of my classmates.....so I try the handle and it is unlocked.....of course someone is in there changing.....I just shut the door and walk away.....my face was probably red....
several years ago, i joined a new gym, and was in the women's locker room changing, hurrying to get ready for this class i was to be taking in only a couple minutes.
i look up to see two guys walking into the locker room, and, startled, say, "um, excuse me, what are YOU doing in here???" kind of backing into the lockers--considering i was half dressed.
they backed up, and left, with barely a peep. i was quite annoyed at their gall.
i finished dressing and hurried over to the mirror to put my hair up. at this point, i see a few urinals and only then it dawns on me that i was, in fact, in the MEN'S locker room. my face quite red and utterly embarrassed for my error, i hustled out towards my class, wondering whether i'd see those guys in the lobby.
of course, they were sitting on the bench, presumably waiting for me to finish dressing.
i apologized and told them it was my first day, and also thanked them for their patience (and accommodation, under the circumstances).
i then realized that all these guys standing around them were guys who'd been ALSO detained by the original two. apparently, the group had been playing basketball together and the first two guys had prevented them from entering while i was in there.
well...you can only imagine my mortification. i think i said something like, "oh gee. thanks. and wow, i'm really sorry for yelling at you guys!" and then turned on my way.
one guy made a pretty amusing remark that embarrassed me further. and then i heard someone say something else that made me laugh.
darn, i was really hoping my suggestion for co-ed locker rooms was finally approved!
it was all i could do to kind of wave a bit and keep walking. *dies*
my face feels awfully warm just thinking about that all over again. hahaahahaaa.
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...when you offer a sample of cheesecake to an unfamiliar customer who then, instead of just saying, "no, thanks" launches into a graphic soliloquy about their digestive distress upon consuming dairy.
The look on my face is always of concern, but I wonder if they see the prayer in my eyes to just make it stop.
If I tell you that it happens often, will you believe me if 'often' can be translated to about 5 times a day??
The look on my face is always of concern, but I wonder if they see the prayer in my eyes to just make it stop.
If I tell you that it happens often, will you believe me if 'often' can be translated to about 5 times a day??
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I understand that, though it rarely happens to me. But I will say that you don't know what kind and if that person has some support in their life, or someone to vent to or confide in. I've found that sometimes when people do that, they are lonely people, looking for a reason to talk to someone. I try to keep that in mind if someone wants to chat, out of the blue for no apparent reason.
K
That awkward moment when...The mom and pop store I work at in the middle of nowhere has the men's restroom light switch on the outside of the door. Besides the fact that this is not normal for America, I work in the vicinity of the store restrooms, therefore I am presumed to be the Almighty Keeper of the Potties. I can't tell you how many times daily men will go to use the restroom, go inside with the light off, proceed to find no light switch inside the room, open the door to see, proceed to look up and down the wall...maybe it's on the ceiling!? and then give me a desperate look of confusion. I am always prompt to let them know, "Hey man, the light switch is on the other side of the door."
The awkwardness increases with the fact that last summer I got tired of directing people to the light switch. I decided to make a sign, because who doesn't read signs!? I know I do! I made a sign that says: LIGHT SWITCH →
I thought, surely the problem is solved! People will read the sign and I will never have to direct them again! Turns out this was a lie. The majority of the guys are on auto-pilot and don't seem to read large signs on restroom doors.
So, here I am to this day, as faithfully as ever, saving the men of this small town from embarrassment for being outsmarted by a light switch.
The awkwardness increases with the fact that last summer I got tired of directing people to the light switch. I decided to make a sign, because who doesn't read signs!? I know I do! I made a sign that says: LIGHT SWITCH →
I thought, surely the problem is solved! People will read the sign and I will never have to direct them again! Turns out this was a lie. The majority of the guys are on auto-pilot and don't seem to read large signs on restroom doors.
So, here I am to this day, as faithfully as ever, saving the men of this small town from embarrassment for being outsmarted by a light switch.
