tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297297758242179856.post7309490101846205721..comments2023-06-09T08:06:49.459-05:00Comments on I, Splotchy: Unconnected TuesdaysSplotchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15427992716600704581noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297297758242179856.post-56842028558977586372010-06-04T23:15:00.967-05:002010-06-04T23:15:00.967-05:00Great story, jin. Sorry about the paisley pants!Great story, jin. Sorry about the paisley pants!Splotchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15427992716600704581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297297758242179856.post-44562263323310260502010-06-01T21:56:39.199-05:002010-06-01T21:56:39.199-05:00I have a tragic story of Paisley...
..."Once...I have a tragic story of Paisley...<br /><br /><em>..."Once upon a time there was a barely teenage jin who had a gorgeous pair of Paisley jeans, much like the pattern in your photo. She loved those jeans ever so much. She also had a teensy tiny mole near her belly button & her parents were upper middle class (at the time) with a wealth of medical insurance! So they took the young jin to a Manitowoc butcher to have the mole removed because, of course, back then there was no Cindy Crawford sexy moles there was just CANCER! *GASP* (And good Insurance.) Young jinny wore her favourite Paisley jeans that fateful day to the pediatricians office. (Surgeon? Hell no. Exacto knife in an office with thickly stained carpeting & an old doc with shaky tobacco stained rubber-glove-less fingers. Oooohhhh... sanitary!)<br /><br />He sliced off the tiny mole after slathering my belly with 175 layers of the everlasting Iodine stain they proclaimed made everything sanitary (I wonder if that included hands & the spittle coated corners of his lips).<br /><br />Immediately after they told me to pull up my jeans & get the fuck out of the office. I remember replying in a whisper, "bu-but... my jeans... will they be ruined...? They're my favourite..."<br /><br />They told me of course they wouldn't be ruined & that I needed to hurry & leave.<br /><br />I hurried and left.<br /><br />My Paisley jeans were ruined. It soaked all the way through the zipper & down the crotch. I could never wear them again.<br /><br />The mole was, of course, not cancerous.<br /><br />To this day, I have a huge scar where that cracker-jack-box-licensed hick cut it off me & I refuse to wear bikinis because of it.<br /><br />I yell at my mother at least once per year for being taken for a ride at my expense.</em><br /><br />Thanks Splotch for the memories...<br />*sigh*jinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03272996941412810621noreply@blogger.com