College Life
There was a hesitant knock at my dorm room door, and I opened it to find a guy standing there with my bra dangling from a pair of salad tongs and a dryer sheet sticking to his pant leg.
There was a hesitant knock at my dorm room door, and I opened it to find a guy standing there with my bra dangling from a pair of salad tongs and a dryer sheet sticking to his pant leg.
With shaking hands, I held out a fresh-bought copy of his newest book and my luckiest pen... only to drop it into his mug of tea.
There are few things that inspire as much panic as being alone in a fitting room and considering asking for help out of a too-small dress that is covering your chest, face, and arms, leaving you barefoot in your underwear and your hands useless in the air.
If you thought toilet paper on the back of your shoe was bad, try someone else's used pad.
As I dropped my spare change into his cup and heard a splash, I was horrified to realize he was not a homeless person begging for money but just a guy on the corner enjoying his coffee.
He was smiling at me until he realized that all he was ringing in for me was a box of laxatives.
As I got ready for my annual physical, I came to the realization that my gynecologist was about to see my boyfriend's name shaved in my pubic hair.
I am one of the ones that got burned by a home loan that was too good to be true.
Of all the things for a teacher to overhear me saying in class, "chafed areola" was probably not the best, even in context.