[ SECRET POST #2423 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2423 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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02.
[Amanda Palmer]


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03.
[Breaking Bad]


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04.
[Free]


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05.
[Urdnot Wrex (Mass Effect)]


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06.
[Star Trek: Deep Space Nine]


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07.
[My Chemical Romance]


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08.
[Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh]


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09.
[Twin Peaks, Audrey Horne and Agent Dale Cooper]


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10.
[Johnny Weir, American figure skater]


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11.
[Star Trek: The Next Generation]


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12.
[Arrested Development]












Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 026 secrets from Secret Submission Post #346.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

Re: So,F!S...

[(Anonymous)]

One time at work, I was helping an older man and his adult son find socks. The aisle had just been reset and most of the pegs didn't have price labels, so I made several trips to the nearest scanner, as I didn't have access to a handheld at the time. The old man was really slow about picking through the different options and wanted each of his choices checked individually just in case any turned out to be on sale. His son kept quietly apologizing and I could hear them arguing as I left/just before I returned, but it honestly wasn't too bad. It was a slow day in the first place, and the two of them were kind of amusing; their dynamic reminded me a bit of Dorothy and Sofia, or Fred and Lamont.

After a good fifteen minutes or so, the old man had chosen some socks to buy and his son was looking relieved to be getting out of there. I asked if there was anything else they needed help with before I went back to work. The old man started to say no-- then stopped, looked me up and down and said, "Well, actually..."

The son, who had been half out of the aisle by then, whipped his head around so fast that I'm surprised he didn't pull anything. He had this half annoyed, half embarrassed look on his face and stalked back over going, "Daddy..." in a warning tone of voice.

The old man ignored him completely and said, "See, I'm looking for the mother of my child-- make yourself look presentable, boy-- and I think you might be her. Whatcha think?"

At that point, the son had frozen in place and put his face in his hands and was giving me an apologetic look through his fingers. Just to paint this picture in all of its absurdity, the son looked to be in his mid-thirties I was twenty-one and looked more like sixteen.

Anyway, I said to the old man in as close to a genuinely apologetic tone of voice as I could manage on the brink of laughter, "I really don't much like children."

"Oh, you don't?"

"No, sorry."

"Well, gee, that's too bad... You heard the lady, boy-- get lost!"

That's when I finally busted out laughing. The son shouted, "Daddy--!" and then turned to me to apologize again and say that they were fine and thank me for my help. They were still arguing as I went back to work, the son complaining that he couldn't take his father anywhere and the father insisting that his son needed to lighten up "like that nice young lady." Made my night.