Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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boss with irrational button fear's wedding night
I used to work at a hotel where my scottish boss had an irrational fear of buttons - to the point of giving the staff uniforms with zips!
Anyway fast forward to his wedding at the hotel. I'm on duty - responsible for the whole hotel and staff - so I have master keys to the whole building.
The best man (who I know) asked me to let him into the honeymoon suite - 'to leave a present' for the happy couple.
I agreed, let him in and waited outside. The best man (possibly a misnomer) had 3 coffee jars (wtf) full of buttons which he hid in the bridal bed.
My boss was not pleased. Apopolectic (sp!) in fact.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 8:32, Reply)
I used to work at a hotel where my scottish boss had an irrational fear of buttons - to the point of giving the staff uniforms with zips!
Anyway fast forward to his wedding at the hotel. I'm on duty - responsible for the whole hotel and staff - so I have master keys to the whole building.
The best man (who I know) asked me to let him into the honeymoon suite - 'to leave a present' for the happy couple.
I agreed, let him in and waited outside. The best man (possibly a misnomer) had 3 coffee jars (wtf) full of buttons which he hid in the bridal bed.
My boss was not pleased. Apopolectic (sp!) in fact.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 8:32, Reply)
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