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Chewed Through Half Of Your High School Fun

, , | Healthy | December 19, 2017

(I have to get all four wisdom teeth removed just before starting my senior year of high school, and one of them gives me trouble. When we cut the small stitches out, we find the space where that tooth had been still has a little bit open, but don’t think it warrants another stitch. My dentist is explaining safety rules for food and drinks, considering the small hole in my gums.)

Dentist: “Don’t chew on that side if you can avoid it; don’t have anything with alcohol—”

Me: “Well, there goes my entire high school career.”

Dentist: *chuckling* “Smart-a**.”

Jesus, It’s Just Gallstones!

, , | Healthy | December 18, 2017

(I’m in the ER with severe stomach pain and bloating. I’ve just been put in a room, and the ER doctor is asking questions. I’m in my early 20s.)

Doctor: “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

Me: “Nope, no chance. I’m not even dating anyone right now.”

Doctor: “Are you absolutely SURE?”

(She’s pushing on my stomach, which makes the pain worse. At this point, I no longer have a filter on my mouth.)

Me: “Lady, if I’m pregnant, you’d better start looking outside for shepherds, angels, three wise men, and a star.”

Doctor: “…noted. I’ll get you into imaging.”

(I had gallstones and pancreatitis.)

There Is Norway You’re British

, , , , , | Right | December 16, 2017

(I am from the UK, and work in a theme park which has a number of different countries represented around a lagoon. My name badge says my hometown and “England,” I have a heavy British accent, and there is British theming all around.)

Guest: “So, where in Norway are you from?”

The Lightbulb Moment That Never Came

, , , , , , | Related | December 16, 2017

My mother-in-law-to-be is very sweet, but is hopelessly clueless about some things. For example, she thinks that a thief can access your bank account if they find your receipt for something you bought, and she thinks she finds “shortcuts” when driving that actually make the trip twice as long.

Recently, my fiancé and I went on a weekend vacation and asked her to house sit and feed our cats. I realized that I’d left a light on that I didn’t mean to, and told my fiancé to ask her to turn if off next time she visited. Big mistake.

He texted her with this request, she said she would turn the light off when she stopped by our house next, and we went about our vacation. Later, my fiancé noticed several missed calls from his mother and finally a text:

“I’ve been here for over an hour, and I can’t figure out how to turn the light off!”

We were baffled, as it was a small, simple box lamp with a switch on the back and a cord going into the wall. Nothing more, nothing less. He called her, but she said she’d already left our house. “She was there for… an hour?” I asked, incredulous at the thought that something as simple as locating a switch on a small object was so daunting. He rolled his eyes and tried to explain to her how to turn it off when she next returned.

On her next trip, she still couldn’t figure it out. So, the lamp remained on all weekend, and when I next saw her, she complained about how it was just impossible to turn off. I still have yet to understand how a box with a switch was so perplexing… and why she didn’t just unplug it.

Dogs Don’t Deserve Us

, , , , , | Friendly | December 16, 2017

CONTENT WARNING: Animal Cruelty

(My mom’s friend says she is coming to the USA with her mother; she lives in a foreign country. My mom offers our house as a place to stay. She makes sure to warn her that we have a big dog, as many people are afraid of them. Apparently, her mother is afraid of dogs but they decide to stay here, anyway, because it’s free. This is what happens when they arrive at our house.)

Me: *opens door* “Hello!”

(Our dog walks over, his tail wagging, and my friend’s mom screams and HITS him with her purse. My smile fades and is replaced with a death glare.)

Friend’s Mom: “Get it away from me!”

(I take several deep breaths and hold myself back.)

Friend’s Mom: “Hurry!”

Me: *walks out*

(You are our guest. You chose to stay in our house. Respect our family — pets included — and our house. If you’re scared of dogs, then go pay for a hotel. Don’t subject the innocent animal to being locked in a room when you’re around. Yes, this happened, because apparently my friend’s mom’s feelings matter more than my dog does. Just for all the dog lovers out there, he was fine after the attack. I gave him some treats and a nice belly rub. Hopefully, they won’t stay for too long.)