I accepted my role long ago. I'm fine with it. I'm more than fine with it.
I'll do just about anything to make people laugh.
Cos that's the kind of common courtesy I expect. I can forgive people alot of things if I sense they are willing to put that exta effort into being funny.
But you can't over do it. It's like a football game; establish the run.
Yesterday, I happened to find a whole new set of people to tell my "I burned down a kitchen once" story to. It seems to be a favorite. It's the concrete portion that really gets them. Apparently, not many people know that concrete is somewhat flammable and should never be used in place of a fire extinguisher. I didn't until I burnt the kitchen down. This story always comes up in the context of OCD. It makes those who think they have it feel better about themselves. Glad to help.
Unitentionally undressing in public at the climbing gym is a distant second.
But I've got dozens.
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