Would you like a snack with your constant erection?

First, I'll admit it took me a few minutes to think of the title of this post. I wanted to include a word that would definately pop up in the search engines without being too offensive, I settled for erection as it pertains to the post. Constant erection makes it sound even more intriguing. Anyway, on to the post.

I updated the side bar with a few more blogs I have grown to love or that make me actually laugh out loud. Most of you reading these days already are aware of them, but for new people, you really need to know about them.

I spent an hour reading MadMan's blog about the disgusting girl he works with, and it made me remember a repressed memory, thanks madman. Anyway, I used to work with a girl, Dawn, who is probably the most disgusting girl I have ever worked with. I want to give you only one example, as it's amusing while being slightly disturbing as well.

Dawn was in her late twenties or early thirties, it was hard to tell, and one of the only pieces of personal information she wouldn't share. She lived at home, as she didn't want to move out until she got married. (She was going to be at home for a long, long time.) Her father got a penile implant, that went wrong, and they couldn't afford to fix it. The problem caused the penile implant to stay fully erect all of the time, without causing any discomfort to her father. As Dawn explained this to me, (I made the early mistake of asking "How are you today?" which I promptly dropped after this story was told to me), she then included the fact that her father's misfunctioning penile implant really bothered her, because her father was very affectionate, and still liked Dawn to sit in his lap.

Somewhere in the middle of hearing how uncomfortable it was for Dawn to sit in his lap while her father was stuck "at attention", and how she couldn't stop because it would hurt his feelings, I kind of tuned out. I think it was a self defense mechanism that my brain had. The sentence that brought me back to her was "the sad thing is that my mom can't even enjoy my dad's condition, because she has a continuous yeast infection like I do."

I had to skip lunch that day.

It would be the first of many lunches I skipped while working with Dawn.

A non-disgusting thing, but funny, was that her parents stocked vending machines, and when the candy would expire and they had to remove it from the machines, her parents would offer the expired snacks to Dawn and her family for a discounted price. Not free, discounted. And Dawn was appreciative that they did this. If my parents ever offered my discounted and expired snacks that they would have to throw in the trash otherwise, I would have laughed or been offended, or both.

I moved jobs, but former co-workers would send email updates, which occasionally amused me, but most often disgusted me and made me feel sorry for them still having to listen to Dawn every day. I haven't run across someone that disgusting since, and hopefully never will. I will live vicariously through Madman's blog. Thanks Madman for bringing back these memories.