“You seein’ this, Charlie? I think we took a wrong turn somewhere, man. First off, this lake is a lot bigger than I remember it from last year. And then there’s the tugboat; never saw that before. And now we got freakin’ seagulls, man! I’m telling ya, Charlie, this don’t look like Central Park to me.”
Whatta boid brain, Sharon H.
Unrelated but a pressing concern for me– I was walking around running errands over my lunch hour when I got a piece of rock salt in my boot. Every step it shifted and jabbed the bottom of my foot in a different spot. Arrhghhh! So, I was that person you see sitting on the park bench shaking their sock and over turning their boot. AND IT WAS STILL THERE WHEN I CONTINUED ON. So, I was that person in the department store bare foot and sad sock wrestling. Finally get back to work here, put on my indoor shoes and my foot is so disturbed– I swear there is a PHANTOM PIECE OF ROCK SALT in my shoe! Arghghhhhh!
Arghh that is so annoying. I get them more in the summer when I wear sandals and it takes forever to get them out of the shoe. Meanwhile you’re hobbling around some ancient crone. Makes me really feel for the lion in Aesop’s Tales.
Right?! How does it they evade removal so well, yet as soon as you put your foot back in, it is right. there.
I’ve had splinters in my underwear before that acted in just the same way. I did not, however, remove any of my clothing in public. I simply rushed to the ladies’ room, locked myself in a stall, and took care of the problem in private.
TMI?
Now I need to know how you got splinters in your underwear?!
Not Enough Information. How the hell did you get splinters in your underwear, assuming it’s something you can explain on a family-friendly website?
Getting dressed while I had sawdust/wood shavings/splinters all over my body, and/or leaving my clothes on the floor too close to a woodworking project.
The end result: I had a stick up my a**.
This is what comes of being so all-around competent. I can assure you that if you spent your time lying on a couch, flipping through magazines, and eating bon bons, as I do (figuratively), you would never end up with a splinter in your underwear, young lady! Tsk Tsk and Harrumph!
I am frequently capable of getting a rock in my shoe after being inside a clean building for awhile.
What a photobomb!! Definitely overshot the park.
Soon to be lunch!