Space...between your teeth: These are the voyages of the Starship Interbreed... :
To boldly go where no man wants to: Dallas, Georgia. Talk about Redneck Hell…and I thought Woodstock was over-populated with the dentally-challenged.
I spent over an hour of my life in Dallas sitting in waiting room hell of a doctor's office. I was sitting next to some peculiar folks...one lady was so obese that she required a walker to get around and obviously she had no sense or respect for the auditory functions of others. Shrill and loud she was...and rather than pick her bum up and walk to the reception window, she'd yell across the waiting room--the receptionist finally just walked into the lobby to deal with her (which is way more than I would have done...) yet this did not deter the woman’s yelling. You could even hear the wind whistling between her teeth.
Next, the Children of the Damned--a boy and a girl, both with white blond hair and blue eyes. Believe it or not, they were quiet...too quiet...and they eerily stared at people causing a great deal of uneasiness. I'm sure they were mentally controlling their mother too--I kept waiting for her to jump up, scream, “Look at me, Damien! It's all for you!" and hang herself. No such luck.
There were a few other run-of-the-mill oddities in the office, but nothing worth writing about…just looked like your basic guests on The Jerry Springer Show.
But, it was all worth it because, hey, hot doctor. Forty-ish, blond hair, blue eyes and built to please. Yowza.
On my way home, I saw more redneck action: flaming debris on the road...strangely enough, I believe it fell out of some guy's car just a few vehicles ahead of me. I saw him pull over and take out a fire extinguisher to put out the flames. Evidently, this must be a common occurrence for him.
Such a strange day…
To boldly go where no man wants to: Dallas, Georgia. Talk about Redneck Hell…and I thought Woodstock was over-populated with the dentally-challenged.
I spent over an hour of my life in Dallas sitting in waiting room hell of a doctor's office. I was sitting next to some peculiar folks...one lady was so obese that she required a walker to get around and obviously she had no sense or respect for the auditory functions of others. Shrill and loud she was...and rather than pick her bum up and walk to the reception window, she'd yell across the waiting room--the receptionist finally just walked into the lobby to deal with her (which is way more than I would have done...) yet this did not deter the woman’s yelling. You could even hear the wind whistling between her teeth.
Next, the Children of the Damned--a boy and a girl, both with white blond hair and blue eyes. Believe it or not, they were quiet...too quiet...and they eerily stared at people causing a great deal of uneasiness. I'm sure they were mentally controlling their mother too--I kept waiting for her to jump up, scream, “Look at me, Damien! It's all for you!" and hang herself. No such luck.
There were a few other run-of-the-mill oddities in the office, but nothing worth writing about…just looked like your basic guests on The Jerry Springer Show.
But, it was all worth it because, hey, hot doctor. Forty-ish, blond hair, blue eyes and built to please. Yowza.
On my way home, I saw more redneck action: flaming debris on the road...strangely enough, I believe it fell out of some guy's car just a few vehicles ahead of me. I saw him pull over and take out a fire extinguisher to put out the flames. Evidently, this must be a common occurrence for him.
Such a strange day…
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