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We went by the scout hut in a city park near my parents’ house.I did a year of Girl Scouts (and also ballet and gymnastics ..not all in the same year.). There is a good reason I only lasted a year in Girl Scouts.The Scout hut was also used by the Boy Scouts and we shared it with another Girl Scout troop.This is why we had an issue,The lady in charge of two groups of Girl Scouts had rules.Our troop had to go to the bathroom in the city park.I remember walking to the park bathroom in very heavy rain.

According to my mom the troop leader had some mental health issues.Maybe not the best person to be in charge of a bunch of Girl Scouts..I’m sympathetic to a point but…I swear this is why I do not like public bathrooms(and by extension,anything in the realm of outhouses.)

My cousin’s kids all had what I would call…rustic weddings. And yes,outhouses.In a not very well lit place.That,IMO is a(I am so sorry..) shit show waiting to happen. I think the most recent wedding that I went to had actual flush toilets thank goodness.

And this is kinda TMI so imma put it behind a cut.

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TL:DR?I sweat. I am used to it.

When I was in 8th Grade i had to do what was called in-school suspension. Basically what it was was sitting was a glorified broom closet. What I did wasn’t even that bad:Not calling in to tell them I was not going to be at school.Yeah.Totally disproportionate to what I did.

The principal had a reputation for using a paddle on kids(and mind you this is California not Texas or somewhere like that.) I was told how serious it was .Uh, yeah.

A better use of out time would have been to have me do the Catholic thing that my niece had to do(not a punishment but they did it because it’s Oklahoma and they are old school like that.)

The Catholic thing is laying on the floor., face down, with your arms out(that sounded a lot dirtier than it is.) Depending on if they checked on you or not , you could take a nap,lol.

My mom and I have been doing Meals On Wheels for almost 20 years and we have a few stories of things. That have happened.

However, for a while we have delivered meals to a woman who..I’ll keep it vague but she is a NRA type. Knowing that we tread lightly with her for fear of pissing her off or getting a cap busted in our ass(or both.) We joke about wearing bullet proof jackets but this woman is scary.

The other day she asked us to put her meal in a cooler near her front door;we’re not allowed to do that and when we told her that we could’ve do that she said that she did didn’t like the fact that we were not complying with her and that nobody had ever refused her before(which I highly doubt).We did as she asked even though it’s against the rules

Fast forwards to yesterday when I get a call from Meals On Wheels wanting to ask me about what happened. I told them exactly what had happened and that she insisted that people had done as she asked,but that I highly doubted that. The lady I talked to said that she was going to talk to several other people who deliver meals to her-and they already had it sounded like. I told my mom about it and she called them and gave her side of the story which was the same as mine. The lady at the Meals On Wheels office said that they would do more investigating and get back to us.Luckily we only have to do Meals On Wheels once this month(we were supposed to do two but are going to be out of town on the day we were scheduled to do the second. Hopefully things get sported out before November(the next time we do Meals On Wheels.)

But my mom somehow found out Duran Duran were going to be in San Diego-back in the day, and went to my brother and said “can you get tickets for the Duran Duran concert?I really want this for Katie”.

IIRC the shows in San Diego(and San Francisco/the Bay Area) were tacked on kinda at the end of what was a long tour already.I only found out about it last minute .I wasn’t confident that it wouldn’t sell out(we got tickets so it was all good.)

The part that gets me is my mom going to bat so much for me! I knew they were tolerant of me being a Duran Duran fan but not to *that* extent!

Back in the day I would see a doctor in Carlsbad.His office was in an old house which I loved.

The doc though..he was old school.Let’s just say that.

Then, I had a TERRIBLE experience(or two, or ..) at a local company that does lab tests(the needle’s dull?Really? You didn’t notice beforehand?I call bullshit.)

Let’s not forget the community clinic which was TERRIBLE. Consider yourself lucky if you got into your appointment on time.

The first time I ever took NyQuil, I had had a bad head cold and had stayed home the maximum amount of days allowed by my employer.So I bought some NyQuil and planned to take it before I went to bed that night.

Standing at the sink that night,I took one spoonful of NyQuil and was thinking about taking another when I started to feel like the room was moving-and I was standing still!Took the second spoonful and went to bed and felt much better when I woke up(well enough to go to work in any case.)

I don’t think I’ve told this story before but: When I first lived in the house I’m in now, someone came to my house and was banging on the front door.

Given that it was after 9 at night and the person who was out there was not going to tell me who they were,well, I wasn’t going to open the door, either.They were very persistent and were there for a while,they even tried my kitchen door(I have a metal door there). Eventually, they left, but it took a long time.

Not the first time this has happened;I had a neighbour who was banging on my door for a while(this was when I still lived in an apartment complex; I will NEVER live in another apartment situation for a variety of reasons which could be their own storytime. The last place(before my current home) was a trip.I’ll leave it at that.

I have been around the ocean/the beach since before I could even walk.Then I took swim lessons(twice) but pretty much learned how to swim on a family vacation-maybe what I learned when I was younger came back to me,who knows?

I’ve told dribs and drabs of this story-my first job out of high school.I was hired at a record store chain-and I’ll say the name-Wherehouse-because they have been out of buisness for a long time and imma very unlikely to get sued(very unlikely that someone from there would find this so I don’t give a fuck and even if they did I am not using their real names.Fucking come at me, bros.)

I was the last one hired and the first one fired(and I’ll get to that in a minute).

It was a shit job-arranging videos in the video store section.It was boring work.Occasionally I would get roped into working into the main part of the store but it was always so dead in there that there wasn’t much to do. Also I would check out videos for customers.That was easy enough to do.

Did I mention I was not very well liked. The second in command was a kiss ass to our boss who was a bitch(and I have worked with a LOT of bitchy people, not all of them female...)I did my best but it wasn’t good enough.There was also a person I was at high school with..he worked there too and when we were at school he took a LOT of pleasure in torturing me.He was one of those douchebags who think that they are god’s gift.

Another couple of things making me unpopular? The fact that I preferred to shop at other record stores in the area(because honestly?The discount that we got was not that great so yeah..of course imma gonna go elsewhere.)

Finally, I liked foreign movies. Kiss up: “I don’t bother with them(foreign movies)..I don’t like reading the subtitles”. Well,OK then.

Then there was the robbery.A bunch of money got stolen out of the office and our boss called us in for a meeting-at 10:30 at night. We got reamed out by the boss and none of us was safe, that much was made clear to us.

Not long after that,I quit.What happened was that I came into work and the bitchy boss wanted to talk to me. I didn’t want to talk to her.She said that (IIRC) she wanted to talk to me about my goofing off and not doing my work.I could tell that this was something that the kiss ass had told her, multiple times.She was looking for an excuse to fire me, and between that and me being the(only) suspect in the robbery, well there you go) WTF would I get out of robbing a record store?

Here’s a story that underlines how crap it was:Someone actually *walked out of the store with a Nintendo system*(this shows you how long ago this was..Nintendo systems were not cheap.Not condoning going to a store and shoplifting but that takes a serious set of balls.)

Our boss was not in the store at the time and when they realised this they were like “Shit. Bitchy Boss is gonna be PISSED.” And she was.But there wasn’t a lot that *didn’t* piss her off