Home » Possibly the Grossest Thing I’ve Ever Witnessed. .
.Twice.  Possibly the Grossest Thing I’ve Ever Witnessed. .
.Twice.  This isn’t about my kid or what we did yesterday.  It’s
a story from when I was younger. . .but I’m hoping you’ll read
it anyway.  I promise it’s gross-funny.  In December of 1992, I
reached the magical age of 15.5 years, this was the age kids in
my area could get a part-time job.  Despite my field hockey
practices, ballet and piano lessons, a bevy of other extra-
curricular activities, and a respectable academic load, my
Mother and Stepfather decided it was a magnificent idea that I
also have a part-time job.  As you can imagine this displeased
me greatly.  I was already stressed out enough and the idea of
adding something else to the mix was terrifying.  Despite my
protests, my parents “helped” me secure a work permit, and
shoved me out of their circa 1989 Ford Aerostar minivan in front
of the Wendy’s Hamburger joint on a routine basis.  I can’t say
I enjoyed working there.  It wasn’