Tragic, just tragic.
A male colleague once spent 45 minutes explaining an Excel spreadsheet to me. A spreadsheet that I created.
Nature is a nightmare.
I thought I was going to be eaten alive by a deer at 6 yo.
Police came, doctors came and of course the investigators cause it didnt looked like a natural death.
One time a guy ordered hot chocolate and I asked "still or sparkling?"
I talked my sister into climbing into the dryer and then turned it on for maybe five seconds.
This was certainly the most frightening, yet humorous 911 call she collected as an “operator”.
I started to cry in the middle of the interview.
My tattoo artist sneezed and his pen bumped into my arm.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget how lucky I am.
A crime scene, some broken bones, and a whole lotta puke.
I was home alone then I sneezed. then the phone rang and he said, “bless you” then hung up.