Yesterday I went to a shiva (similar to a wake) for a friend of the family who passed away last week. I didn't know he had passed away until I went to pick up the mail at my mom's condo (she's still away on vacation and comes back tomorrow.) Anyways, as I was walking into the building, there was a large notice saying that his shiva was in the 'party room' in the building. It was a large turnout, so they obviously needed the space.
Josh and I went to the shiva in the evening and in walked a gentleman who asked for the person 'in charge'. He said that it wasn't right to have the shiva in the party room, that it wasn't right to have it all week (a shiva, by definition, lasts seven days), and that it should be up in the gentleman's apartment because 'that's where his soul is'. Umm...ok.
He started speaking Hungarian and rambling to someone who finally got the real reason why he wanted the party room...that's where his bridge club meets every week and he didn't want to miss out on a game. So sorry that the shiva inconvenienced HIM.
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This story you really shouldn't read if you're eating, thinking about eating, or ever want to eat again.
Most of you know that I'm a secretary in a psychiatrist's office. I rarely, if ever, talk about work on the blog, but today we had a lady in who had the most disgusting habit...that I felt I had to share it with all of you.
She arrived 45 minutes early for her appointment and the doctor couldn't see her until her appointment time. She sat in her chair and got a little restless, took out a cup from her backpack and put it to her lips. She did this repeatedly.
At first I didn't pay any attention to her, I figured she was just taking a drink...if only it was something so simple. She sat there for 45 minutes and every so often she would SPIT into the cup and put it back into her backpack. Now I've seen a lot of things in the office, but nothing has EVER grossed me out that badly before. I don't know how long she had been doing this, but the cup was HALF FULL.
Oh my freaking G-d, how I didn't throw up is beyond me...
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She stored her spit? She. Stored. Her. Spit. Umm... do you think she saves it or dumps it out at a more convenient time?
Uhhh......yeah. Thanks for that visual. I don't know how I'm going to get that one out my head for a good long while.
Maybe if I go take some "couch" medicine it will help me forget. Ha.
Was she chewing snuff?
Good thing she was a a psychiatrist!
Those 2 case reinforce that the world IS full of weirdos!
Keep smilin!
GROSS!!
What does she do with this spit, or do we really want to know???
At least she was in the right office...
Gross is right. Unfortunately I've seen something similar around here for years since some male relatives chew tobacco. It is a nasty habit.
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