"I just want to put this behind me and get on with my life," he said.

A few weeks ago I was at a chi-chi restaurant in Napa. This group of young, well-dressed, sorority-type girls in sunhats (you know, Napa types) was standing in front of us, waiting for a table. The woman with her back to me was wearing a long black skirt and heels. I noticed that the back of her skirt had a button on it in a funny place -- sort of off-center, about 6 inches below her ass. Now, I'm not at all fashion savvy, so I mostly just contemplated why such a style would be marketed in the first place.

And then, when I looked closer, I noticed that it was a Cheerio.

Leaned over to my date and quietly said, "That woman has a Cheerio stuck to her butt." Laughed about it for the rest of the day.

I got a tick once, in college. Frightening. My RA had grown up in a family that ran a summer camp, so I just ran to her KELLY KELLY GET IT OFF ME AHHHHHHHHH. I promptly swore to myself I would never go out into nature again. Shortly thereafter, I moved to NYC and have so far made good on my promise :-D

I can count the days in summer that I DO NOT find a tick on me on one hand.

once, in college

Oh you silly city folk. They don't freak me out too bad, although I did pull a deer tick off Mr. Baby at the park the other day. I've known a bunch of people who've had Lyme Disease, so that frightened me a bit.

The one positive thing I can say about ticks is they're not as bad as leeches. BBLLLLEEERRRGGGHHHHHHH.

Ticks squick me out. They're just so dang creepy. Whenever I pull one off me (about once or twice a year), for a week every time I feel a hair shift, I freak and look for more ticks. Gah.

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Fucker has ruined it for those of us who like to innocently groom our fellow primates.

I actually once tried to pluck a long blonde hair off the dark coat of a woman waiting at a corner in NYC. She turned around just as I was about to gently grab it. I turned all shades of red, pretended I thought she was a friend whose shoulder I was tapping. Sure as hell cured me of that form of OCD.

He said, "Oh no, it was my pleasure."

Priceless.

Dang! Otis beat me to it. Gummi Venus De Milo, mmmmm