Sadie October 30th, 2007
I can’t help but wonder about stinky people. What is wrong with them? If I can smell you from 6 feet away you must be able to smell yourself! For example, a man came into work today and I could smell him. He wasn’t even standing by my window but I could smell old, very stale body odor, not like he just came back from the gym, but like he hasn’t taken a shower in several weeks. There was a woman with him too. Didn’t she notice? I wouldn’t go anywhere with someone who stunk like that. Or how about farmers. Why do they think it is acceptable to go to the grocery store without even washing up? Come on! Its where people go to buy food. Could you wash the crap off your hands before you get your food?
Sadie October 30th, 2007
Last night I finished reading The Memory of Running, a novel by Ron McLarty. I haven’t decided yet if I liked the book or hated it. It is about a loser named Smithy Ide, who is on a quest after his family dies, although he doesn’t realize the extent of the quest until the end. It tells the story of his childhood and family, including the decline of the mental health of his emotionally unstable sister Bethany, while Smithy rides a bike from Rhode Island to California. He meets many unusual characters along the way, but he seems to relate to every one of them in some way. Maybe I can say I liked the book besides for Smithy’s (or is it the author’s?) deep obsession with breasts. Has anyone else read it? If not, you should.Â
Sadie October 29th, 2007
5. “I just had a tumor the size of a hackey sack removed from left breast.” This was an un-provoked comment from a man. He is pretty famous for giving us TMI, but that was bad.
4. “My wife had really bad diarrhea and she crapped all over my back in bed last night.” Just sick. Know how hard it was for me to look at that woman the next time I saw her? Why would you tell someone that story? In fact why talk about your bowel movements at all. That reminds me of the time someone told me that it stunk so bad the automatic air-freshener in the bathroom sprayed not once but twice.
3. “I have to make a transfer. I just bought new boobs for my daughter so she could make more money at work.” FYI, daughter was a stripper. Too bad mom didn’t buy her a pretty face.
2. “I got an infection from my hysterectomy, and when I went to the doctor today he didn’t even wait for surgery. He stuck a scalpel in my stomach and puss flew everywhere.” This customer then went on to show me her perforated stomach. Sick.
1. A man came in one day and asked us to call him by a different name. He informed us that he was now legally a woman. He also explained that he thought he was born a girl and his parents chose for him to be a boy around age 3. He said that every month he used to have a sort of menstrual cycle. He was looking forward to buying new underwear and shopping with his wife. (Does that make them lesbians?)
Sadie October 29th, 2007
Today I worked the teller line at work. A lady walked up and I greeted her asking my generic, “How are you today?” She didn’t answer me for a minute then she responded with, “First I have a question. Will you cash my check?” I told her that she had to be a customer. She asked me to make an exception because she wasn’t but she had no gas and had to get to Mayville. Then she blurts out, “I was raped, and so was [a girl she knew], but at least it wasn’t my daughter.” Ok, the bank is a plethora of TMI, and I can handle that usually, but how do you respond to THAT? I didn’t know what the heck to say. She didn’t say it as though it just happened, so I answered with a profound, “oh.” I don’t know if she was saying this so I would cash her check, but I doubt it because she started crying. I don’t want to sound heartless, but how do you respond to a perfect stranger telling you this? Maybe I should have offered to call the police? New blog idea: Top 5 Instances of TMI at Work.
Sadie October 29th, 2007
“A man’s dreams are an index to his greatness.” ~ Zadok Rabinwitz
Sadie October 29th, 2007
Last night I dreamt that I was looking out my front window. It was very dark outside with a rolling fog. I was trying to focus through the fog because I could see something. It was airplanes. There were tons of them. They were in rows about five wide and they just kept coming. They flew toward my house then up at a 90 degree angle. The rolling fog made them not so clear, and some were very hard to make out. I pointed them out to whoever I was with because I was blown away by them. Finally I thought they were all gone. I looked for them again anyway, just to see some kind of aircraft that I could not tell if it was alien or earthly.Â
Amanda October 28th, 2007
Yesterday during a long awaited nap, I dreamed that I was in my backyard grilling out with my son and a few friends. Then people just starting filing in and filling my backyard up. Soon it was completely full of people all facing toward my driving and away from my house. I was on my deck trying to get their attention but nobody would look at me. They were all looking at something in the alley behind my house. I felt frustrated and annoyed that these people just piled into my yard without asking me. I was nearly crushed and couldn’t move from my place on the deck. I didn’t know what to do and just rolled my eyes at my friend who was also stuck and said, “See?”
It was weird but probably has to do with the fact that my neighbor kids are constantly in my yard or knocking on my door to play in my house and their parents are NO WHERE to be found.
Sadie October 27th, 2007
Last night I dreamt that I was in London. I had my car there. I wasn’t driving my car like normal, but operating it like a remote control car. We were at London Bridge and it was made of all grating. I am afraid of bridges, especially when you can see the water. I was racing to get my car to the bridge before it opened because in my dream it was a draw bridge. I got my car there but it was almost vertical and my car ended up falling. I screamed as it plunged into the water. I started crying and screaming more. A man who was operating the bridge came to me and asked what was going on. I told him and he got an enormous hook which he lowered into the water. He pulled up a different car. Someone else’s car that had also gone into the water. He then turned on some kind of motor that brought up grating from the water. It didn’t pull up my car so he used the back up and told me it was my last chance. This time it worked and my car came up. I’m not sure how it happened next, but I didn’t take my car in time and it was crushed by the grating and pulled back in. There was more about me walking around the bridge but I don’t remember enough.
Sadie October 26th, 2007
If its not one creepy crawly its another. Today there was a big reddish brown centipede in my bedroom. I sprayed the crap out of it with bug killer and it wouldn’t die. I finally took about 100 tissues and picked it up and flushed it. SICK.  Phobias are setting in bad right now.  I haven’t bombed my house yet, but I’m thinking either this weekend or early next week I will. Yeah- Probably this weekend like tomorrow.
Sadie October 26th, 2007
Last night I went out for a bit because it was my friends’ birthday. I mentioned that I was going to London and Paris because I am super excited about it. A bar hag who just happened to be eavesdropping blurts out in her haggard voice, “I’ve been to Paris six times. They really hate Americans.” I looked at her and thought- no wonder they hate Americans. Look at the specimens they’ve encountered! How embarrassing for us, the kind of people who be representin’ the states. If she was what I knew of Americans I would hate us too!