The man that peed in the bush then walked in, surveyed the scene, and drank half a bottle of the snoot’s wine just might be my new hippy spirit animal.

I sold my wedding dress to, what turned out to be, a creeper. He played it way cool while asking me how much I wanted, details on the dress itself, and shipping methods. Nothing sent off any red flags. Until he sent the money and I accepted it via PayPal. Then he started asking all of the weird questions!

But, hey, I…

My grandfather would take your steak away from you if you 1. ordered it too done and/or 2. put anything at all on it, especially steak sauce. “Might as well douse it in ketchup!” he would proclaim.

“I viewed it as harassment and wouldn’t comply. So yeah, not a good employee.”

It’s so good I want to steal it and use it myself!

“...he was the type to not have a debit card, even though this was the early 2000s. Yes, I live near West Virginia, those types stil exist here.”

My Dad is the no debit card type. He now has one for emergencies but overall? It’s cash a cash world for him. Yes, I am from West Virginia.

Same! I'd kept my expectations securely at the "meh" level. Now I cannot be contained!

The wrapped up cheese tucked into your order absolutely made that story.

I truly have no idea. I do not believe that logic lived in that Dairy Queen.

I was with my husband and sister at a DQ once in a rural-ish area of Virginia. I ordered a hot fudge sundae, as did my sister. My husband wanted a cookie dough Blizzard with the praline sauce added in.