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Few years ago me and two co-workers were traveling in a car on a quite suburbia road, me in the front passenger seat. The guy seating behind me was telling us in a great details for his new life insurance on behalf of his girlfriend. Numbers, tricks, suicide clause – everything. He looked so obsessed by the matter so in one moment I leaned back and gently asked: “Do you want me to kill you?”
Silence in the car…
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Well, I stayed in Fort Lauderdale near Pompano Beach for 10 days at a local Hotel (about 3 years ago).
Florida temparatures are a pain in the ass, even in spring.
Long story short, every cola needed ice. The ice machine on the floor was broken, so I went down to the front service desk and asked for "some ice for ma beavers".
Long story short, I originally intended to get the ice for the beverages - And the front desk Guy laughed his ass off.
I asked a guy I used to work, who has alopecia, if he lazered his head/eyebrows - not realising why they weren't there.. a blank stare back - but due to the lack of eyebrows - I could quite judge his reaction
(Just so I don't look a complete James Blunt, his baldness was the topic of conversation!)