I'm a little teapot, short and stout ... here is my ... Hey?! what the hell are you doing?!"Recent text messages (9054420352) I've received lately have been pointing to a bizarre desire some people seem to have to disclose intense, personal drama and hygiene issues all within earshot of other passengers.
Julie writes: "Not to sound like I have no compassion but I was subjected to listening to this woman describe in great detail her miscarriage, which was full term, and what happens when you miscarry at that stage in your pregnancy. She even went into detail about the cremation. All I kept thinking is this is such a personal discussion, what about others who haven't had children yet, or are pregnant? There are some things I don't want to know or even want to think about. Please, talk about that stuff in your car or in private."
Adam writes: "On Wednesday night last week this woman decided the evening rush hour was the best place to talk about her upcoming ovarian cyst surgery. I haven't eaten since."
Mona writes: "I had no idea there are men in this world who have no problem waxing not only their back but their ass crack as well. When I got up to get off at Ajax I was expecting the guy who was talking to look like a candidate for some beefcake poster. Instead, he looked like a cross between Homer Simpson and Archie Bunker. TMI!!!"
Chris writes: "I now know everything I would ever need to know in order to clean my sinuses with a device that looks like a teapot for an Oompa Loompa. And it was ON SALE at WAL-MART... ON SALE!"
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See! It's posts like this (that picture is hysterical btw) that make me love this website. You're awesome. The people who write in are awesome. It's just ... AWESOME.
That little teapot is called a "neti pot", and if you've never tried one, I highly recommend it the next time you have a cold.
Signed,
Ooompa T. Loompa
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