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Kat's been working on one of her last papers for law school. A 35-page beastie about whether some random group should be considered a terrorist organisation. She's doing a lot of research, digging a lot of stuff up, and trying to wedge it all into an outline and paper that make sense.

Her struggle afforded my ever-prepared self an excellent opportunity:

"I think I just realised why I'm going so slowly on this paper. I'm not using the other monitor."

"Oh, well, you should take it. I'll go to the Apple Store and buy the 23 inch LCD for my laptop," I mumbled over my shoulder as I grabbed the car keys and ran out the door.

Stop Embarrassing Myself Now!

One of the friends I visited last weekend lives in the Castro and treated me to an "Open my big, stupid mouth and loudly embarrass myself," moment. I walked past this sign, and the other non-gay, non-local in the group and I said,"Facial wasting? Isn't that harsh? What the hell is facial wasting? Are you gay people so youth-focused that you even call getting older,'facial wasting'???"

I may be exaggerating the intensity of my exclamation, but that's how I recalled it five seconds later, when my friends told me what facial wasting was.

I love those moments when I wish I could turn invisible because I just put my foot in it. At least she was as embarrassed as I was.

It's still a funny sign.

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