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by: Yoshick

Things That Ought To Seem Obvious, But Were Not At The Time

1.) If you keep making accidental eye contact in the bar with the barely legal dread-locked, pierced, pale-as-a-corpse, unwashed guy, while knocking back a bourbon that has 20% more alcohol in it by volume than other bourbons until last call swings around while continuing to make accidental eye contact because hey, he's in your line of sight, what were you supposed to do, it should be clear well before the moment that he attempts to do so, that he will follow you home and try to stay there. And while the phrase oh shit, it's him said rather loudly upon seeing him in the living room is normally enough to convince any other would-be suitor that you have no intention of even sitting next to him, much less sleeping underneath him, considering how one might get herself into such a situation, it should not have been surprising that he required much more than that in order to understand that he was not wanted. Damn you, Philadelphia.

2.) When you hear the phrase "You can drink anything that costs less than $300 dollars. I think that's only seven bottles between the three of us but we should be fine with that, right?" is not a bad way to end an evening, but it's a really bad way to start an evening. Also bad to hear? "Wow, did we drink all seven? No? There's the seventh! Thank God. I need another drink." Damn you, bubbly.

3.) Despite the fact that I have an impressive amount of upper body strength, no one who weighs more than forty pounds should run across a hallway and attempt to jump into my arms. Especially not when the person running towards me is five inches taller than I am, and heavier, as her height might suggest.
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by: InMyLife

It was a small, relatively minor surgery, as these things go, but anything to do with his heart, his big, beautiful heart, sends me over the edge. This time, however, was different. At the last minute, his dad was able to get off work, and I had to work...what a switcheroo. But having his dad there with him made all the difference to me, and I was able to kiss our son before he was wheeled off and leave the hospital before he came out of surgery, and I only blanked out once on the interstate.

So this time, I got the information second-hand, a call that came while I was in the classroom, a call that made my students stop their group work and fall into complete, unabashed eavesdropping. A call that made me sigh with relief, tear up a little, and finally, finally, say a silent prayer of thanks. And then I went back to teaching, and this time I could fly through the day. I had wings.
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