I am not much for ghost or horror stories, but these following moments are horrifying enough to talk about around a campfire in the dark of night.
*The other day I went to the public library at 12:15 PM. I was somewhat disgruntled to find, upon reaching the front doors, that the library didn't open until 12:30 PM. Ugh. But Cam was sleeping in his car seat and the library entrance was cool and shady, so I decided to sit by the library wall in the shade and just wait. So I sat. Then I felt something sharp and pokey on my hands. When I looked down at my hands to brush off the sharp gravel, I almost barfed because it wasn't gravel, it was dirty TOENAIL CLIPPINGS stuck to my palms!
I know that the library is a popular congregating spot for people without permanent housing, and I can only imagine that someone was sheltering by the library and decided to do some hygienic rituals there.
Needless to say I didn't wait 15 minutes for the library to open. I pumiced my hands on the brick library wall, went to my car, and baby-wiped then sanitized. At least Cam wasn't out of his seat...imagine if he was sitting next to me..he might have found the clippings and put them in his mouth!
*I was going through my old teaching folders and Marty pointed out that one of my folders read "Early Pubic Speaking Assignments" rather than "Early Public Speaking Assignments." Sometimes my brain goes faster than my hands and I omit letters in my unconscious haste to move on to the next letter/word. Sadly, this is one of those instances. I wonder how many students noticed....I guess it is lucky that the unfortunate folder was for the sleepy and largely unobservant early class.
*I watched an amazingly entertaining documentary this week called "Babies." It follows the first years of 4 babies...one from Namibia, Mongolia, San Francisco, and Tokyo. It is fascinating to see the different customs and behaviors for the respective places, and realize that all of these babies are happy and healthy.
There were several times during the movie when I gaped out loud, and squirmed and grimaced. If you watch this documentary, look for the naked baby crawling around with a herd of cattle, a baby splashing in the entrails of a freshly killed goat, a rooster walking on a bed alongside a swaddled baby, and a baby crawling through a desert without any protective clothing (aka naked).
If you do choose to laugh and cringe your way through "Babies," be aware that no "Hooter Hiders" or "Udder Covers" were used in this documentary, so be forewarned. Click HERE to see the trailer for the documentary.
2 comments:
Oh man, that toenail clipping thing makes me dry heave. Poor you. I seriously would have thrown up. Other people's nail clippings are nasty and give me chills. Especially homeless people's.
I've heard that baby documentary is good. I'll have to check it out.
Eeeewww!
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