Watersnake
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Gotcha with that catchy titillating title…
I was thinking this morning, …I like to think over a coffee and a Marlboro...that I wouldn’t work want to work for someone who didn’t trust me. Then I start thinking that here we give a kid (A young mind. Not fit to vote) choices that involve, but are not limited to making 5$ and some change to flip burgers, or $60.00 per hour to hustle drugs. If the kid sees only these two options, it’s a no brainer. Men will stand in the deepest parts of the ocean, on the top of high buildings, risk death to make good money. If they see these as the only option, of course a number of them will risk the danger, just as the sandhog or crabber does. Then they turn around and slap them in the face with a pee test. So if they flunk, they are left with one option, and 10 more kids will flunk the pee test and one won’t turn himself around.
“So if you have nothing to hide, what’s the difference?” Well for one, the reason I just stated. And the second is, that I don’t have anything to hide when I use the bathroom, but I shut the door. Which if you remember the ‘80s, 90’s when things were really getting crazy and everyone was on the drug crusade bandwagon, you know. Among them, people that had likely smoked pot at one time, but rationalized himself as a “special case”. This cost me severe inconvenience.as I will relate.
I remember having severe problems with having a normal bowel movement because of the War on drugs. And it could happen to you. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but because people are so conditioned to deny their bodily functions, it is the unsung atrocity. I was at a department store which in, it’s crusade, had taken the doors off of the toilet stalls so you couldn’t shoot up. I could not have a B.M. under those conditions though I feared I would perish if I didn’t. No door! A cornerstone of civility.
I was in the jungles with a porcelain dug out. Everybody who walked by to the urinal or the sink front of you with the mirror in and checked you out like you were Dillinger in jail or something. And I don’t like the idea of someone trying to guess which fragrance I am out of three. Outhouses have doors, and then we civilized people call the occupant a hillbilly!!! Dogs cover their poop. They don’t want you to smell it. There can be no defecation without anonymity. This is a universal truth. (except in Scout camp at the two-holed “Kibo” And as I recall I didn’t like that either). I’m not weird about it, it just pales compared to dinner as a social event.
Yes, Mc Donald’s can be named as an accomplice in my misery that day, and has probably scarred me for life. I think I need a shrink or Ophra. I can only ponder with fear and trepidation the plight of females.
I was thinking this morning, …I like to think over a coffee and a Marlboro...that I wouldn’t work want to work for someone who didn’t trust me. Then I start thinking that here we give a kid (A young mind. Not fit to vote) choices that involve, but are not limited to making 5$ and some change to flip burgers, or $60.00 per hour to hustle drugs. If the kid sees only these two options, it’s a no brainer. Men will stand in the deepest parts of the ocean, on the top of high buildings, risk death to make good money. If they see these as the only option, of course a number of them will risk the danger, just as the sandhog or crabber does. Then they turn around and slap them in the face with a pee test. So if they flunk, they are left with one option, and 10 more kids will flunk the pee test and one won’t turn himself around.
“So if you have nothing to hide, what’s the difference?” Well for one, the reason I just stated. And the second is, that I don’t have anything to hide when I use the bathroom, but I shut the door. Which if you remember the ‘80s, 90’s when things were really getting crazy and everyone was on the drug crusade bandwagon, you know. Among them, people that had likely smoked pot at one time, but rationalized himself as a “special case”. This cost me severe inconvenience.as I will relate.
I remember having severe problems with having a normal bowel movement because of the War on drugs. And it could happen to you. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but because people are so conditioned to deny their bodily functions, it is the unsung atrocity. I was at a department store which in, it’s crusade, had taken the doors off of the toilet stalls so you couldn’t shoot up. I could not have a B.M. under those conditions though I feared I would perish if I didn’t. No door! A cornerstone of civility.
I was in the jungles with a porcelain dug out. Everybody who walked by to the urinal or the sink front of you with the mirror in and checked you out like you were Dillinger in jail or something. And I don’t like the idea of someone trying to guess which fragrance I am out of three. Outhouses have doors, and then we civilized people call the occupant a hillbilly!!! Dogs cover their poop. They don’t want you to smell it. There can be no defecation without anonymity. This is a universal truth. (except in Scout camp at the two-holed “Kibo” And as I recall I didn’t like that either). I’m not weird about it, it just pales compared to dinner as a social event.
Yes, Mc Donald’s can be named as an accomplice in my misery that day, and has probably scarred me for life. I think I need a shrink or Ophra. I can only ponder with fear and trepidation the plight of females.
