1) From that height no one will see them showering

1) From that height no one will see them showering

Remember when you could log in to kinja on your phone and stay logged in for more than a couple hours without having to log in again?

Or when you could see all the replies in a thread?

remember when you could see how many people had starred your posts? or even what post it was?

This is perfect.  Remember when we used to be able to automatically caption pics in these posts?  I miss that. 

Gagging. 

I wish she had tased him. 

Google ‘German soccer manager smelling hand’ for a laugh... or retch... maybe both.

..... WELL, this was by far the most nauseating anecdote I’ve come across, so... props, I guess!

I would imagine something like that stays with you. But it is normal as you age to remember old things and forget recent things. I can name just about everyone in my third grade class photo circa 1967 but don’t ask what we had for dinner yesterday.

You win. 

A guy sitting in seat next to me on NJ Transit. I couldn’t move, I was in the window seat. Took a few minutes to realize what was happening. Had his briefcase on his lap, moving up and down, hands underneath, heavy breathing and beads of sweat on forehead. A perfect ending to just one of many shitty commuting days,…

I was on a crowded metro train in Montreal, seated directly across from a little girl (five or six max) that was vigorously picking her nose. She pulled a giant booger out and her mom leaned over and said “Don’t you even think about it.” The girl responded by wiping her booger on a window. As soon as her mom looked…

I was on the bus sitting in the front facing the other row and an older woman slyly popped out her tit and waved it at me. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do. I thought she was just smiling at me but NOPE, nutso boob flasher. 

I was on a completely full overnight Greyhound bus, in the middle of a miserable winter. A man and woman sitting in the back row talked loudly for hours, so nobody could sleep, so that sucked, but like, a normal level of suckiness.

I saw an elderly woman poop herself. And very calmly try her best to clean it up.

March, 2004.

You should seriously pitch this!

Once again, so similar. My husband is also very “your body, your choice” and promises we can work it out in a way that is healthy for both of us. Lots of therapy and serious conversations have been had (and are continuing to be had). Thank you so much for being so candid and honest. I know this sounds weird and…