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Gina Szanboti

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So I'm whipping up a bowl of cheesecake to go with the raspberries I got on sale for 2 bucks.  I'm mixing it smooth with my hand mixer, but I need to reach the spatula to wipe down the sides of the bowl.  Now my kitchen has like 2 outlets, so I have to run any appliances besides the toaster and coffee maker (which I swap for the battery recharger as needed) off an extension cord. 

So I set the mixer down with the beaters in the bowl and step over to grab the spatula.  Somehow I am tangled up in the cords and I can hear the bowl sliding off the counter but I know it's already too late to save it.  I hear it all crash to the floor and don't even want to look at the mess and see if the bowl broke or the mixer committed suicide.

When I finally get myself steeled to look, and untangled from the cords, I first see the big white splat of the batter on the floor, but to my astonishment the bowl actually landed right side up about two feet away, and doesn't have any crap from bouncing off the floor in it (I confess, you cannot eat off my floors).  The mixer isn't even broken, nor can I see any particles on the beaters (I washed them anyway, unable to suspend my disbelief). 

I have no idea how all that came to pass, as the evidence does not match any scenario I can play out in my head.  I only lost about a quarter of the batter, which somehow did not splatter halfway across the kitchen.  Two paper towels was enough to clean it up.

I can't be the only one who's occasionally granted a boon by the PTB.  What's your story?

PS: the raspberry cheesecake was delicious.

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I was hit by a car in Stone Mtn, GA......I was getting off work and wanted to go to a party,  I was working in a warehouse and asked my boss if i could leave early ro catch the 4:35 Marta instead of waiting for the 5:40...He said fine.  I had also bought an ounce of weed from one of the dudes I worked with for the night......Anyway, all I remember is walking to the bus stop and next thing I knew, my home boy was standing over me at  GAMC.

Apparently, I got hit by a car who ran a red (yeah, I have bad luck with cars).....I looked to my left and the nurse was like "You're awake.....Do you know your name"....I didn't...I drew a blank.....She said, this is your friend, do you know his name....."I mean, I recognized him.....But seriously, could not think of his name".......The nurse said "let me go get the doctor" and left the room.  I looked at my friend and asked...."where's my weed" and he busted out laughing.

So after a few minutes/hours...I dunno, they discharged me in my homeboy's care once I could recollect my name and other things like my address and shit.  So as she pushed me to the exit she said "we'll stop and pick up his belongings"....My friend got my stuff and we continued to the car.....When we got in the car, he started laughing again......They gave him my weed back.  it was rolled up in a paper bag and I assume no one ever opened it to see what was in it.

But even though he had it, we never smoked because they told him not to let me go to sleep. or i could die....Like wtf, you just gave me to this dude and expect him to keep waking me up to make sure I'm not dead.  At any rate, he took me to my girl's house....And left with my fucking weed,

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