That Moment...

That really depends on which people are the People this time around. No guarantee of being safe either way, but some odds are better than others.

 

That moment...
When you find yourself locked in the hotel bathroom, for the handle stayed in your hand... and your friends are not coming for another hour..and you have to sit upon the toilet and sing all the songs you know in order to distract yourself...

 

That moment...
When the guy you have a crush on is in the bathroom with his girlfriend, and you are eavesdropping with a cup on the wall: "I love you, I need you, Oh Baby, Oh Baby!"

 

That moment:
When he leaves you in the disco with a bunch of excited drunk motormen, and he jumps in a taxi, and you jump in the next taxi, and tell the driver: "Follow that car!"

 

Haven't quite been there, but when I was in high school, my dad went shopping and I headed into the shower. Finished my shower, toweled off, and the doorhandle made a "sproing" sound and started to spin freely rather than retract the latch.

An hour in a small bathroom, reading shampoo bottles, and my dad ended up taking out the door with a hatchet since the screws were all on the inside.

 

Absolutely. I deeply sympathize.

 

TMW your Facebook feed is so full of annoying crap I gotta ask myself, why am I even putting myself through this, why am I scrolling and reading through it?

This happened to me as well as a teenager, at my friend's place. Some guy from upstairs came to take down the door eventually.

 

That moment when you have the last sip of morning coffee...

 

TMW you finish what you think is a pretty solid first draft for the short story contest, then run it through the word counter: 883.

Oh, for fu...

 

TMW you have a desire to write a sex scene between two of your characters (Amos and Emily) but you're at work. Damn you, creativity! Damn you!!!!

 

yeah!

 

Disgusting, don't read further.

That moment when you give the painful red dot which has been developing for days a careful squee-

"OH MY GOD, SOMEBODY GET A MOP AND SOME ANTIBACTERIAL! What the hell, I'm in my forties, this shit was supposed to be over ages ago...."

 

TMW you almost get into your very first traffic accident. And this is only my second driving class!

It wasn't my doing, even. In fact, if I hadn't gotten suspicious and slowed down, this TMW would be vey different. The roads are just super icy right now. I feel sorry for the driver whose car kept sailing past mine into the great unknown -- downhill of course -- as his brakes didn't seem to do much to slow down the vehicle.

 

TMW you realize that the US Elections is tomorrow!!!

 

TMW you finally feel that all your efforts of late to get your shit together have paid off. More eloquently phrased, you feel that you have all your ducks in a row and can now begin to try and help others in your entourage.

Then you realize that it doesn't mean jack shit because most people you live and work with don't see a problem with things going wrong, they just expect it.

There seems to be a desire, or at least some kind of encouragement for chaos to loom.

Damn ! Who is responsible for this ? I want to know.

Suddenly comes to mind - "I will personally bullwhip the first bastard who makes fun of human hopelessness." Again, Jack Kerouac.

TMW you realize that you have jumped to another thread while posting in the morning light.

 

That moment you have lost your glasses for over a week, and you find out they've been right under your sheet. Enough said about the Princess and the Pea.

 

That moment when you turn up at church for choir on sunday morning an find out you're the only alto.

That moment when you aren't sure if you've strained your voice (again) or if you're coming down with laryngitis (again).

 

TMW you report a spambot, but you play around with it by, what else? Pulling a Donald Trump and writing in the box:

“We need to build a wall around spammers and bots. It'll be great, believe me, folks. It'll be great.” <pauses> “Oh, and deport them. Can't have them sullying this great, grand forum of ours. Make ZU great again!!!”

 

That moment when the one cartoon baddie that scared the living daylights out of you as a child is even more flat-out terrifying now that you're an adult.

 

TMW you realize you've never, ever had a better reason to disappear into your WIP in order to finish it.

 

TMW you find out the neighborhood you just moved in has the nickname "Melrose Place".

Apparently lots of drama going on around here. For example two "gangs" (lol...) clashed with baseball bats the other weekend. Three apartments have burned down this year and just when we moved, an attic was on fire in the next building. Plus strange interpersonal drama that include angry letters to harmonica enthusiasts, karaoke-singing old people, and non-stop partying. Luckily none of this is going on in our apartment building, which seems relatively quiet and normal. For now.

 

TMW when you have the strange desire to live there.

 

TMW some random guy in full camo starts to open up about his multiple eye infections as you anxiously wait for the elevator to reach your floor.

I think I was wrong about my apartment building... It might be as strange as the rest of the neighborhood.