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In Melbourne, one of the radio stations pays money ($100-$300) for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This morning's story netted the proud owner $300. The lady said:
"...I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a phone call from his office that they had rescheduled me for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 am already. The trip to his office usually takes about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my robe, wet the washcloth laying on the sink, and gave myself a wash in "that area", taking extra care to make sure I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment. I was more than a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. With the appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 6:30 pm, my 18 year old daughter was fixing to go to a big school dance and yelled down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink...it had my glitter and sparkles in it."
"...I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a phone call from his office that they had rescheduled me for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 am already. The trip to his office usually takes about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my robe, wet the washcloth laying on the sink, and gave myself a wash in "that area", taking extra care to make sure I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment. I was more than a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. With the appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 6:30 pm, my 18 year old daughter was fixing to go to a big school dance and yelled down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink...it had my glitter and sparkles in it."
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do u put glitter on ur skin often? ;-)
Surely people know when they've a lot of glitter on their skin?
I know when I have had a bit of glitter on my skin that it gets itchy.
I know when I have had a bit of glitter on my skin that it gets itchy.
It was different in the one I heard ages ago - she used a glitter hairspray. I think it was a relative of a family friend.
That's taken from a movie or sitcom or something - remember it and it is HIGHLY unlikely it happened to two people!
Went out for lunch yesterday in a place in Belfast called The Parlour with a couple of people. A lass dropped her wallet and cash went everywhere, under steats, tables, all over the place. She grabbed a lighter to see under the large bench seat... and set fire to it. Not huge flames requiring great drama, but enough for the smoke to set the fire alarm off before she could beat it out with her coat.
Went out for lunch yesterday in a place in Belfast called The Parlour with a couple of people. A lass dropped her wallet and cash went everywhere, under steats, tables, all over the place. She grabbed a lighter to see under the large bench seat... and set fire to it. Not huge flames requiring great drama, but enough for the smoke to set the fire alarm off before she could beat it out with her coat.
Someone my Mum knows did something along those lines. Or maybe it was someone that person knows. I can't remember, but it was better.
In Melbourne, one of the radio stations pays money ($100-$300) for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This morning's story netted the proud owner $300. The lady said:
"...I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a phone call from his office that they had rescheduled me for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 am already. The trip to his office usually takes about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my robe, wet the washcloth laying on the sink, and gave myself a wash in "that area", taking extra care to make sure I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment. I was more than a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. With the appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 6:30 pm, my 18 year old daughter was fixing to go to a big school dance and yelled down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink...it had my glitter and sparkles in it."
"...I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a phone call from his office that they had rescheduled me for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 am already. The trip to his office usually takes about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my robe, wet the washcloth laying on the sink, and gave myself a wash in "that area", taking extra care to make sure I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment. I was more than a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. With the appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc.
At 6:30 pm, my 18 year old daughter was fixing to go to a big school dance and yelled down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink...it had my glitter and sparkles in it."
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