Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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After a somewhat embarrassing incident."I once caught myself thinking "what a nice young man" about a polite shop assistant. I was barely 23, he must have been about 18."
A student doctor (mid 20s?) was stapling my head together. Upon leaving the hospital I couldn't help but think (before the thought that she was probably worth a slice had popped in there, too) how nice, polite and friendly she had been.
It was the day after my 18th birthday.
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