To the bathroom at a coworkers house party! OMf”nG… these people really do exist!
The relatives for that dreaded Sunday dinner-freak show.
To Hillary C’s house as an EMT only to be the one looked at to administrator mouth to mouth.
Any public shithouse.
You’re all wrong.
Within olfactory range of Crabby Grandma Hilary
Proctologist? That’s no big deal, But, if they start getting chummy chummy with me, that’s a different story!
Or if both hands are on your shoulders during the exam.
A NYC subway toilet.
I always demand a female proctologist, between 28 to 45, you’d be surprised what you get 😎
Hair salon, I hate sitting still that long.
The Dentist, if it’s Jack Nicholson in “Little Shop of Horrors.”
See? I got 2 threads covered in one post.
Pep rally for democrats.
I know! I know! To funny!
Into a bathroom stall after a sweaty, mouth breathing, behemoth comes squeezing out of it looking like he just ran 5 miles.
Anywhere on I5
We have to pick our mail up from a post office box and I dread getting a package notice. Means I have to stand in line for 20 minutes or more unless I’m lucky enough to catch the front of the line.
Going into our garage. Geoff C. The Saltine needs to clean it out and I’m afraid of banging ankles or knees into stuff while I’m searching for something.
With my pet on her last ride.
(Not Slinky, she’s still OK)
#1 – Baptist Hospital in Little Rock.
Having to speak at any event.
Talk about kicking the door wide open.
I get panic attacks if I attempt to drive over high bridges or steep mountain roads with sharp drops. It terrifies me. Therefore, I avoid them. Like the Sunrise Highway coming down from Mt. Laguna in San Diego County or like this bridge near Big Sur: