Yeah yeah I know. Another one of Styxx unimportant silly not serious but otherwise stimulating you to participate questions.
So, here is mine (or was mine).
Second year in college with no job and no support. No gigs and certainly prostitution was out of the question. Anywho,to make a pancake into a waffle not to make a mountain out of a mole hill, and certainly make a short story long. It was a nice cold late afternoon on the campus of the University at Beeffalo. I had just finished a lengthy practice on a timpani solo and said to myself, SELF I said, we should go home now. But as I got into my car and started it up the fuel gage didn't budge from E (empty). Hey I said! How in the world am I going to get home I don't have any money! Then I remembered, in the practice rooms there were literally hundreds of soda pop cans lining the walls. Some of the richer students had this thing going where they would see who could line the wall of a practice room completely before noticed. Well, there were as counted, three hundred cans total. I found a plastic trash bag and collected 200 of them. I figured, $5 for gas and $5 for something to eat. Man was I hungry that day....
The next day those students were furious and wondering who could have done such a thing as "steal" their precious pop cans.
Hey, a man has to do what a man has to do!
Now, there's two sides to every argument ... I just didn't have time to listen to theirs.
So, what is your worse experience and it doesn't have to do with academia.
By the way here's another question fur ya. What's a Bulimic doing teaching a food class?