The cloths thing. I work athletic events throughout the year. It’s my job to stand at the main gate during certain times to makes sure crowds are flowing smoothly and my ticket sellers have everything they need. I typically wear khaki pants, a men’s polo, and tennis shoes. I’ve had guys, multiple times, come up to me…

I legit hate shaking hands, but if that situation occurs, I make sure to get my firm handshake in. Especially if I’m last in line and all of my male colleagues were first. But if it’s one on one, I rarely initiate handshakes. I hate touching people.

I hate guys like that. I feel like I have a rage blackout trying to talk with them when they think they know everything on that specific topic and you’re so cute for trying. Ugh!!!!

I want a wall hanging of “I am the mother fucking authority.” I have the perfect spot over my desk for it.

No one took him seriously, right? Please tell me he got glares from the whole room.

Assholes. If you would have hesitated or used filler words, they would have penalized you for that as well. Damned either way.

I work in athletic administration for a university. When I tell people where I work, they immediately assume I’m an athletic trainer or nutritionist - I assume because those are “caregiver roles.” Nope, I work in operations and customer service.

Agreed. Team hoarding water bottles over here.

I did not like her initially but now she's easily my favorite. I wish she had more chapters.

Woot! I am sad I never had freckles though.

Everywhere I turn in this freaking building is another glass door! It's the least fun fun-house ever constructed!

ME TOO!!!!

Growing up, my closest female relative in age was my blond haired, blue eyed cousin (later, I learned it's bottle blond so I felt a little redemption). For our entire lives, it was made very clear in our family that she was the pretty one. She is more outgoing than me, louder, and forces the attention to be on her.…

It's not really that I think I'm attractive or unattractive. I just think I'm so tragically forgettable that it doesn't matter how I look. If I was unattractive, at least I'd be more noticeable. In my current state, I just feel like part of the furniture. People can literally look right past me.

I'm okay standing in front of the mirror, putting makeup on. But if I just catch my reflection or (worst of all) see myself when I'm walking toward the glass doors that are unavoidable in my office, I look like Swampthing that just climbed from the ditch behind my house.

The one time I had professional photos done, they looked so terrible I cried for days. My mom still has some of the displayed in the house. Since that day, I avoid cameras. My fiance's mom wanted us to have some engagement photos made this weekend. I started crying when he told me and he called the session off. I just…

Next April. I should stop reading these articles. They give me nightmares.

Arkansas, my home state, is rapidly trying to play catch up with Indiana. You are not alone.

My cousin and her husband have been married for a year and look exactly alike now. It's creepy. They look more like each other than like their siblings. I don't think it's just a lesbian thing.

I tip extra if I'm eating by myself and feel bad for taking up a table. Usually tip what it would have been for two people. If I'm picking up the check for more than one person or if I'm in a party with split checks, I'll tip 20-25%. If I'm tipping anything less than $3, I feel like a bad person (me personally. I…