(November 28, 2019 at 12:04 am)Rev. Rye Wrote: She's not exactly a friend, more a coworker, she was a bisexual girl who liked going to titty bars and cooing over ducks. You knew what was hers because she had lots of toy ducks (or, as she'd say it, "duckys") all over them. Personality-wise, it was like she was a little girl with the sex drive of Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, having hit on most of the women in the scene shop (some of these interactions may have crossed the line into sexual harrassment). The rear window of her car was filled with rubber ducks, and I can still recall hearing one time when another coworker was telling a story where she drove up to her driveway, and her mother saw her dancing in her car, and asked her "Is that [NAME REDACTED]?" She replied, "Umm... no." The mother responded "Are you sure, because there's lots of ducks everywhere." And I think she was there, and she still giggled at the prospect that one of her friends admitted she denied knowing her to her mother.
To me, that was always the reddest of red flags: women who obsess over one particular thing. I once went to a girl's flat with her and there were cows literally everywhere. Cow figurines, cow puppets, cow light switches, cow lampshades, cow slipcovers, even (I swear this is true) cow wallpaper.
I suddenly remembered that I had to pick a load of copra on Guam or something and made my exit.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
