@cass - Is "Cass" short for Cassiopeia, Casper, Cassandra... and if the latter are we supposed to believe that explanation?

I have no skills --- but I once worked on a play that contained a beauty contest and in the talent contest one of the contestants said that her talent was having no personality. (I don't remember much else about the play except that it involved two-headed space aliens who invaded Earth and began eating people, so they hired a PR firm to improve their image, but the firm was run by the underground resistance. It was a weird play.)

When I was a kid I was told that if I could touch my tongue to my elbow that I would turn into a boy. Then, I read a book where the little girl is told that if she can touch her tongue to her elbow, she will turn into a fairy. I decided either one of those would be all right.

So, I tried and actually managed to do it! I can touch my tongue to my elbow! Now I know it's because my connective tissue is overly loose. Oh well, can't blame me for trying!

Ex and I got stuck in traffic in the middle of nowhere on an interstate. I blurted out, "there's a really bad accident up there"—which turned out to be accurate.

I hope he's still spooked. Heh.

Yes. Older folks with poor tech skills think I am a genius because I am comfortable with tech.

Also, at a long ago interview, I sped through the editing and knowledge tests at warp speed, and then managed to produce a sample brochure cover using software I'd never seen before.

I think I scared them. Did not get the job. But ended up somewhere else that was better. And I am still friendly with one of the people I met at that job.

My first non-nepotistic job in the software industry was as a glorified clerk temp. It was a full time job, but I could do in 4 hours what the previous guy could do in 8. One of my several tasks was entering bug reports from forms. There was some bug in the bug database that prevented some program manager from accessing it. I mean, I knew BASIC and a bit of C and assembly at the time, not whatever DB programming language it was written in. I discovered that I could open and edit the DB files on my computer, and one can often understand what's going on despite the language, so I found and fixed the bug, and took a printout of the famous bug up and gave it to the program manager. I was soon hired full time, and that has made all the difference.

Several times, as "the computer person" of the crowd associated with Mrs. Dean (my own crowd was mostly "the computer person" of their respective friend networks), I have been invited over to check out somebody's machine that wasn't working. In my presence everything was working fine, and usually it kept working.

There is a theory among some of my acquaintances that I'm an ancient fae entity, which resurfaces whenever do something that could be odd or could just be a result of the witness being distracted, such as I greet someone just as they are getting out of the car despite them not having noticed me when they drove up.

In line with the tales about ancient fae entities being tricksy but never actually lying, I have resolved to never comment about whether I am an ancient fae entity until I'm asked a direct question.

I get that same "symptom" when I approach a PC that needs my help.

Also, people always have and still do think I'm weird.

Today I ate lunch at my fave local restaurant along with several co-patrons. We were all sniffing loudly. So good! So spicy!

I put my napkin in my back pocket so the people making and serving my food didn't have to deal with my snotty rag.

If a woman has not told me she is pregnant, I would not suggest I thought she was if she were giving birth on my kitchen table.

I think that is a paraphrase from somewhere, but nobody has told me where.

If a woman has not told me she is pregnant, I would not suggest I thought she was if she were giving birth on my kitchen table.

Mr. Stranger had not heard this, and upon observing the expanding belly of the young co-owner of one of our favorite restaurants some years ago, blithely inquired as to her due date 😳

when he returned to the table and reported this to me, I nearly choked on my food as I said "YOU WHAT?!"

I really had to explain to a 50-something man that one does nottttttt assume that fat female bellies contain babies (or maybe they do, and the host is not thrilled about it or whatever and doesn't want to discuss it)

....so he then proceeded to make it that much worse by going back and apologizing to her for asking 🤦‍♀️ even though she was in fact pg and happy about it

circling back to QOD, he has occasionally demonstrated a knack for knowing the gender of buns-in-ovens though, even before technology got good at it 🤔

one does nottttttt assume that fat female bellies contain babies

a 40-something former co-worker looked pg the entire time I worked with her (10+ years)... no idea why she carried weight there 🤷‍♀️

I usually have a big rubber mallet handy to perform light duty percussive maintenance.

My catalog has a more studly percussive maintenance kit ...

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