Wow. Hug your mom for me. All my mom said—a Christian Alabama woman—was 'fuck, I knew it. Your dad owes me 10 bucks now!' Granted she hugged me, but I was in tears at the time and rather surprised my parents had placed a bet on my sexuality.
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Oh, one more. I had a very good friend who elaborately planned his coming-out. His folks were divorced, so he'd lived with just his mother for maybe his whole life. To tell his mother he was gay, he got a reservation at her favorite restarant, got some flowers, dressed up, and waited nervously.
When I came out, my mom told me:
their response was essentially to make a more polite version of a jerk-off motion
"A Jezebel Commenter Was Given a Sub-Site, and You Won't Believe What Happened Next!"
Makes the meatball sandwich sign look rookie by comparison.
I recall a West coast to East coast trip on which a toddler cried, in that grating, HORRIBLE way that worms its way past your inner ear to your very brain. The young Mom was young and ineffectual but — it's a restless kid, you know? I stuffed my ears with tissues, but the guy in front of her (clearly a New Yorker)…
My worst flight, by far, was a flight from Philly to Frankfurt on my way to Berlin.
i would stab their feet with the nearest pointy implement repeatedly until they learned their lesson. i have no tolerance for anyone's feet. god, i want to die just thinking about being in that seat.
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I mean how up-one's-own-ass inconsiderate does a person have to be to put their feet there?
This would last for about 10 seconds for me. What a fucking asshole.
I very well might spill hot coffee over feet like that!
Hands can be washed, but broken toes last for weeks.
Or a fork.
This lady is brilliant. I should have documented all of the insanity while I was a flight attendant and made a blog to retire on.
If anyone ever puts their feet that close to me on a flight, I will DRAW ALL OVER THEM so help me.
"Treat us like animals, we'll act like animals."