What Would You Do?

[Out of Order]

1) I would eat out of the washed dishes but I certainly understand those who wouldn't.
2) I would reach down, pick them up and stuff them in my pocket while turning red, give a quick giggle and move on.

This type of thing has sort of happened to me years ago. Washed my clothes at boyfriend's house. Went to boyfriend's softball game. Got chilly while talking to friends. Put on my sweatshirt and a clean pair of undies fell out of my sleeve onto the ground. Yep, everyone saw them. At least they were clean.

 

[Neesy]

Thank you for the replies.

The following are two of the first of my What would you do? scenarios. (I appreciate your patience if you have already replied. )

1. A new friend invites you for lunch and their goodie roonie specialty dish. You arrive but lunch isn't quite ready and you follow your new friend to the kitchen. Lunch smells good and you are having nice conversation. Terry's two pet dogs come into the kitchen. Two dishes from the pantry are filled to feed the dogs. Conversation continues. The dogs are let out to back yard and the two dishes are picked up washed and placed in the dish drainer. (Y'all know where this going, right?)
The food is done and...served on the two dishes the dogs were fed in.

What would you do?

2. You have the weekday off and you go to the mall. Early. You, and a few other shoppers, wait for the doors to be opened. You go in and are doing a little window shopping. Cool. All of a sudden, you feel something...strange? You look down and...there are your panties around your ankles.

What would you do?





(If you are a male, imagine you are with your SO, female friend...you get the idea.)

Thank you!

(Please feel free to create your own thing and post. I would love it!)

#1 - ask her - aren't those the same plates your dogs just ate off of? I would like to see the reply - maybe to her it is no big deal to use the same plates for her pets as for the humans in the family.

#2 - this actually happened to my mother in the 1940s - she was walking down the street in Glasgow and back then women wore skirts. Her panties (or as they call them there 'knickers') fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I can just picture here doing this with her head held high ((((Mom))))

 

[Pucker]

It seems to me that one of the things I always heard growing up -- back when kissing was "gross" -- was that a dog's mouth tends to contain fewer bacteria than a human's mouth.

I never could reconcile that idea with the other idea . . .

You know: The one about the reason a dog licks his own testicles.

 

[doowopgirl]

I would say loudly, "Terry, did you bring enough Ex-Lax for everyone? Suzy's not the only worker around here who's backed up, ya know!"

Then I'd ask the lady (who I've executively named Suzy), "Hey, can I drink some of the special 'poop chocolate' Terry made for you? If you need the whole cup, that's cool, I totally get it. I should have brought my own..."

Then I'd just stand there a minute and wait to see just exactly how much sh!t hit the fan.

Clever that.

 

[CrimsonKingAH]

I can see why some people wouldn't use the dishes. My Mother wouldn't .. lol (knowingly)
I guess I just have a different mindset about my pets. Granted.. I would wash them before I used them.. but seriously.. they are quick to get a good lick right on my mouth on occasion.. lol. To me, they are my family.. love my fur-babies and my feather ones also.
I do not think I would have company over and hand wash my dish they just saw a dog eat off of and then serve them with the same dish... that just isn't polite in the least. (besides.. I use the dishwasher.. )

 

[Pucker]

I do not think I would have company over and hand wash my dish they just saw a dog eat off of and then serve them with the same dish... that just isn't polite in the least. (besides.. I use the dishwasher.. )

Dishwasher, huh?

My wife asked me to buy her a dishwasher one time and I asked her why she needed three.

She didn't think that was funny at all.

 

[CrimsonKingAH]

Dishwasher, huh?

My wife asked me to buy her a dishwasher one time and I asked her why she needed three.

She didn't think that was funny at all.

 

[GNTLGNT]

...as long as the dishes were washed, I'd eat a sammich and a cookie from em-hell, I work in a prison-dog slobber is a step up...as far as the undies?...I'd simply ask, "Honey, you didn't drink any of Terry's Hot Chocolate did you?"......

 

[skimom2]

#2 - this actually happened to my mother in the 1940s - she was walking down the street in Glasgow and back then women wore skirts. Her panties (or as they call them there 'knickers') fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I can just picture here doing this with her head held high ((((Mom))))

Your mom and I would get along

 

[Lepplady]

I would say loudly, "Terry, did you bring enough Ex-Lax for everyone? Suzy's not the only worker around here who's backed up, ya know!"

Then I'd ask the lady (who I've executively named Suzy), "Hey, can I drink some of the special 'poop chocolate' Terry made for you? If you need the whole cup, that's cool, I totally get it. I should have brought my own..."

Then I'd just stand there a minute and wait to see just exactly how much sh!t hit the fan.

Hit the fan? Before or after she drinks it?

 

[Grandpa]

If the dishes have been washed with soap and hot water, what's the difference? I'm sure the plates have seen worse things than pet slobber in their lifetime, yet we're still going to eat off them. We sleep in hotel beds too. Don't think too much about what's preceded your presence there.

If my pants or shorts fell down, I'd pull them back up. If my wife's panties dropped to her ankles, I'd help pick them up and stuff them in my pocket as quickly and discreetly as possible. We'd be embarrassed momentarily.

 

[hipmamajen]

I wouldn't care about the dishes. Once you realise how many contaminants are allowed in your "clean" food by the USDA, or if you've ever worked in a restaurant, dog saliva is the least of your worries!

Besides, the luxury of being concerned about sharing dishes with animals is really a First World Problem Extraordinaire! There are plenty of places where people would gladly snag something right out of a dog's mouth and eat it, if given a chance.

As far as the underwear thing goes, I remember answering it before when Sigmund posted it, but I forgot what I said. So, I'll start from scratch...

With my luck, my shoes would get caught up in my giant undies, and I trip. I'd fall, landing on my face and knocking out a couple of teeth and losing consciousness. When I woke up, there would be blood everywhere, and a HOT paramedic applying ice to my face. As well as being gorgeous, he would be polite as well. So he would be very kindly not mentioning how my shoes are tangled up in my granny panties, even though he has to carefully check my (hairy gorilla) legs to see if I broke anything during my tumble.

Later, I buy all new undies, because I realize that trying to frugally make the old, sprung-out ones last a little longer cost me $5500 between the EMT and the dentist bills!

 

[Pucker]

Besides, the luxury of being concerned about sharing dishes with animals is really a First World Problem Extraordinaire! There are plenty of places where people would gladly snag something right out of a dog's mouth and eat it, if given a chance.

Taking food from a dog's mouth seems kind of silly when you could just eat the dog.

 

[Sigmund]

#1 - ask her - aren't those the same plates your dogs just ate off of? I would like to see the reply - maybe to her it is no big deal to use the same plates for her pets as for the humans in the family.

#2 - this actually happened to my mother in the 1940s - she was walking down the street in Glasgow and back then women wore skirts. Her panties (or as they call them there 'knickers') fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I can just picture here doing this with her head held high ((((Mom))))

Hey, Neesy!

I remember your post when I first asked. Thank you!

 

[80sFan]

Here's a "What Would You Do?"

You're going to an amusement park. Kids 11 and under can ride half price. Your child is 12 but is so small he can pass for 8. Do you pay full price or lie for the discount?

 

[80sFan]

This is a true story about my son lol. To answer, I will tell them he is 12 because I do not want him to be confused about the lie.
He is autistic and it took him a couple weeks to learn the answer to "How old are you?" is "Twelve". (Same problem every year with "What grade are you in?).

 

[Pucker]

Here's a "What Would You Do?"

You're going to an amusement park. Kids 11 and under can ride half price. Your child is 12 but is so small he can pass for 8. Do you pay full price or lie for the discount?

When I was little there used to be a clambake every year at this place that called itself The Nabnassett Fish and Game Association. What it really was, was a way to sneak a barroom (in the guise of a "club") into a small town that was in no way zoned for such things. This was common in New England in those days and may be still, for all I know. In any case, they would hold a clambake every summer and most everybody from my part of town would go.

One of the entertainments they would have were races for the kids, which would be run in age groups to keep them fair, and every year some kid would try to sneak into a younger group's race so he could win some cheesy prize . . . just as, invariably, some other kid who knew him would rat him out as "too old."

But I digress.

I wouldn't, but I think that might be because my mother used to embarrass me this way when I was a kid (and I used the word little above because I was . . . hell . . . I still am) as often as she could. Nothing against my dear old ma, she had more kids than money -- a common affliction, I'm told -- and she learned thrift the way most people do: out of necessity.

Most summers before we went to Delaware to see mom's folks we would take a cottage at Hampton Beach in New Hampshire for a week and we would always visit the amusement park across the channel in Salisbury, Mass. Now, I always thought it was bad enough that I couldn't go on the rides I longed to ride because I was "too small," but having to pretend I was a "baby" so my mom could save a few coins (which were far more valuable in those days) was just adding insult to injury.

The fact that my mom was making it possible for me to actually have more fun on her limited budget did not occur to me then, as it does now.

You know . . . it's funny:

I don't spend a lot of time pondering "the unexamined life," but it seems to me that I never really got to know my parents at all.

Not really.

 

[doowopgirl]

Here's a "What Would You Do?"

You're going to an amusement park. Kids 11 and under can ride half price. Your child is 12 but is so small he can pass for 8. Do you pay full price or lie for the discount?

Probably lie to get the discount. Sorry if that isn't nice, but it's what I'd do.

 

[80sFan]

Probably lie to get the discount. Sorry if that isn't nice, but it's what I'd do.

There are no right or wrong answers here. (Just my opinion).
I'd lie to get the discount (using the extra $$ at the gift shop...they'd still get their money).

 

[doowopgirl]

There are no right or wrong answers here. (Just my opinion).
I'd lie to get the discount (using the extra $$ at the gift shop...they'd still get their money).

Thats fair enough. Extra Could also be used at the food stalls.