There was this one time...

[SoNotHer]

I did go to band camp but have no story like the last one, which made me laugh out loud. :-)

Quirky has happened for sure. But the story I came back to with this was the one that most reminded me of the first story and how an early impression of someone changed dramatically. In fact there are three stories that remind me of this, but I'll relay the most dramatic one.

I was excited to be part of a national writing conference that's held every summer and particularly excited to be studying with a renowned poet and professor of poetry. He is considered one of the foremost experts on the history and development of poetry, and he's widely published and known.

So imagine my sadness when he turned out he was a pompous ass who enjoyed tearing down every poem and poet in the workshop, which actually was filled with a select group of very talented individuals from across the country.

When he got to one of poems, he began to eviscerate it as had done the others, intermixing scathing commentary with long, irrelevant excursions into whatever tangential topic came to him. He used a lot of our paid workshop time to go down whatever road interested him, and he was clear disdainful and more than mildly irritated to have to read the work of 'lesser poets.'

He began to rift long and hard on a word I had chosen the wrong spelling and was sucking in a deep hit of air to continue the protracted upbraiding of the word, poem and poet, when I realized neither the relationship with this person as my mentor at that program or the workshop itself was salvageable to me. And then I did something no one else in the workshop had done.

In one sudden move, I took the flat of my hand and slapped it hard against the over-sized conference table, interrupting him. And then I said, "Can we just say that I misspelled that word and see if anything else from the poem can be discussed if that's now even possible?"

There was a profound silence in the room, and the tone of the workshop shifted from that point forward. The relationship with this person I revered was in fact severed, but what I gained was a different relationship with the poets with whom I studied, some of whom thanked me afterwards and shared something quite positive about my poetry - something they had been afraid to share in workshop.

Things change for sure, and some times some part of you shows up that you weren't even expecting to show up. And that's OK. And maybe it's even more than OK.

[1QuirkyKiwi]

Originally Posted by SoNotHer

Quirky has happened for sure.

Errr.......it wasn’t me, honest! ……..I had my hands in my pockets allllll the time……..See?!

I was asked if I could teach a couple of Anatomy Technicians how to Embalm a Cadaver as well as Embalm one at one of the Medicals schools – the Senior Technician was very stressed with it being a the start of the academic year and two new Technicians ‘learning the ropes’. As we walked through the Anatomy room, I turned round and said: “I bet you’ve been tearing your hair out over the Summer!” ........ He had a baldy napper (I’m sure his wife polished every morning, lol!). He shot me such a look – I apologised........I’ll just add salt and pepper to my feet before putting in my mouth, next time! LOL!

[SoNotHer]

That's a good one! Foot in mouth for sure. :-)

Originally Posted by 1QuirkyKiwi

Errr.......it wasn’t me, honest! ……..I had my hands in my pockets allllll the time……..See?!

I was asked if I could teach a couple of Anatomy Technicians how to Embalm a Cadaver as well as Embalm one at one of the Medicals schools – the Senior Technician was very stressed with it being a the start of the academic year and two new Technicians ‘learning the ropes’. As we walked through the Anatomy room, I turned round and said: “I bet you’ve been tearing your hair out over the Summer!” ........ He had a baldy napper (I’m sure his wife polished every morning, lol!). He shot me such a look – I apologised........I’ll just add salt and pepper to my feet before putting in my mouth, next time! LOL!

[ruby_woo]

I'm generally such a hot mess of falling down and doing dumb things I could probably fill a book.

When I first started in my current position, one thing I had to do was email the quality control efficiency report to the QC Manager, a man named Allen. I went to email it to him, and in the To field, I put Alle, hit enter, and send.

You know what other email starts with alle? All Employees. Yup, sent it to the whole company.

[JAGG]

This one time at band camp.. that was for Gemme.
This one time at work about 20yrs ago that's right 20 yrs ago yet someone sooner or later will find a reason to have to bring this up yet again. Haha like me right now. I will never live this down. So I'm unloading a trailer and I slid a huge 55gal drum up on the forks of my forklift. Driving across the dock to the trailer it was going to, I didn't see a small piece of wood from a busted pallet and ran over it. Which caused my lift to jump up and down like a pot hole in the road. That made the drum fly up about 3 in. Slam back down on the forks and fly off again, tip over and slam to the ground, bounce a couple time and the entire top of it flew off and 525 lbs of PIG GUTS going to a meat packing plant came spewing out everywhere. Not only was it shocking to look at , but the odor was unbearable. And for anyone who didn't see it happen could smell it in less than 30 sec. What a freakin mess. There must have been 500 of them or more. They were covered in a water like gel and slippery as snot. Impossible to try and pick up with a shovel. Everytime you would finally get underneath one without it shooting 3 ft in front of you, you'd lift the shovel up and it would either slide right off, or come slipping down the handle right at you. Holy God what a freakin mess. Hahaha all is well that ends well though. Haha

[*Anya*]

I was 17 and my hubby-to-be and I were trying to find a place to have sex-not that easy @ 17. We finally thought of a place. Where?

Deep in the Maryland woods.

It was lush and green. We found a lovey patch of ground that was covered with beautiful ivy.

I stripped and settled back- you guessed it. That beautiful ivy was indeed poison ivy. I was covered on my entire back, back of my legs, arms and, of course, all over my ass.

It was excruciating and worst of all, I had to hide it from my extremely strict parents or face a far worse punishment than the poison ivy.

[foxyshaman]

I am a dork. Lets just get that out of the way. A very happy, go lucky dork, but a dork nonetheless.

I was at the office (shocking but true), it was casual day... yeah. I was wearing my favorite jeans. I was goofing around in front of my friend, pretending to ballet leap. Well I lept alright. Lept, fell and heard the all to familiar "rriiiipppp". The inside of my thigh ripped wide open. All I could was laugh. The incident caused my friend to laugh. She laughed so hard she fell over and hit her head on the post. Which of course made both of us laugh even harder.

So, as one would guess, laughter (without good cause) causes curiousity. Next thing I know around 20 ppl are standing around asking what happened. I had to gracefully (if that even fits) stand up and, of course, I could not hide the all too wide rip in my jeans.

Someone kindly, through giggles, asked if I needed a jacket to cover myself. I replied "Hell no, like I can hide this embarassment". Well, apparently that too was funny.

For some reason, to this day I do not remember why, I had an extra pair of jeans in my car. I gracefully (questionable word) walked out of the office, and changed jeans in my car.

Moral - Leaping ballerina moves in thin thighed jeans is not a good idea. Tripping whilst leaping... even less of a good idea.