I lived near Fenton (I also lived in Fenton in Michigan) in Louisiana and were informed early on after moving there to avoid going anywhere near Fenton unless you wanted a ticket. Listen and learn!

Oh, poo...

Yeah, I am a "texture person". There are just some things I can't eat because of the texture feeling I get from them. (Also a bit of trauma regarding onions. Thanks, mom.) I wish it wasn't this way and I've tried to overcome or ignore those physical reactions I get (like vomiting, sorry) but to no avail. So, I am classified as a picky eater. And that's okay. I make do just fine.

I quit flying about 15 years ago when I was on a commercial flight and we were all wearing our seatbelts and it was starting to roll down the runway gathering speed to take off when a man leapt over 3 aisles of seats and grabbed the emergency door handle and started yanking on it in a frenzy. Other passengers jumped up and grabbed him and pulled him away from the door. I couldn't believe that they continued with the flight after that happened. I swore I would never fly again.

My husband was taking a quantum physics class and the teacher was really inept. He didn't understand the information he was teaching and the entire class was struggling with his tests and their reviews of the answers. His wise advice? "Think faster." sheesh!

Extreme pressure? When I was in 6th grade my family had moved to Michigan for my dad's new job promotion. My new school had a cooking/home economics class that I found myself in. The teacher handed me a raw egg in it's shell and told me to hold it until it was needed for her recipe. I had read that you could use extreme pressure on both ends of an egg and it wouldn't break. So I stood there for half an hour squeezing the top and bottom of the egg as hard as I could. When the teacher asked for the egg I placed it in the palm of her hand where it exploded all over her. Did not anticipate that...

Anything for attention.

I babysat a toddler whose mother insisted on feeding her child pureed carrots at every meal. His skin turned orange! I mean 'carrot orange'. The father ended up divorcing the mother so he could properly care for the child and control the child's diet. It took a while but the toddler's skin color went back to normal a few months later.

Gee, what could possibly go wrong?

Something with kittens or puppies would work.

Well, it's not every day you can claim you bit an alligator's eyeball. AND lived to tell the tale...

"Peggy Sue got married" with Kathleen Turner and Cage should be mentioned. While Turner was excellent in the movie Cage was sooo totally miscast that it made his scenes cringe-worthy. I recently watched this movie again and it doesn't improve with age. He was just completely miscast for that movie.

Those cats are impressive. I just wonder how long it took to make that video because cats like to do their own thing not necessarily your thing.