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Showerthoughts

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A "Showerthought" is a simple term used to describe the thoughts that pop into your head while you're doing everyday things like taking a shower, driving, or just daydreaming. The most popular seem to be lighthearted clever little truths, hidden in daily life.

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American cops think they're what American firemen ARE. (lemmy.world)
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No one every sung, "Fuck the firemen!"

Shower thought inspired by this Short.

And while we're at it, my ex-FIL fought two tours in Iraq, won a Bronze Medal for successfully delivering a monster generator for civilian use. No issues.

Came home and ordered his men to cut houses in half with chainsaws, push them off the road, to clear a path through the Mississippi back roads, in order to relieve civilians after Katrina. They scooped corpses out of trees. Gave out Walmart bikes to little blacks girls so they could feel some semblance of "It's OK". I saw the fucking pictures.

Lived Hurricane Ivan. It ain't what you see on the news. Ever seen transformers exploding across the city, like blue lightning, one after another? Ever seen the Milky Way because there is no power? Ever heard that train sound for 10-hours, non-stop, terrified there's a tornado across the street you cannot see? Ever went to bed in the summer and woke up with no leaves on the trees? Ever wept in the street for your new city? Katrina was worse.

PTSD saw him leave his wife of 32-years, abandon his only child, my ex-wife.

Sorry if my prose is a mess, I'm crying, again.

Fuck these masked animals rolling all over our country. The 2nd Amendment is your right, whether you like it or not. Take that as you fucking like.

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[–] Poem_for_your_sprog@lemmy.world 12 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

What are you doing that you've been saved so many times??

[–] Mouselemming@sh.itjust.works 4 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

My spouse is quadriplegic and medically fragile in multiple ways. So we live on the edge every day.

[–] Poem_for_your_sprog@lemmy.world 5 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

That makes sense. I was imagining a human cat that constantly climbs up trees and on top of buildings and gets stuck.

[–] Mouselemming@sh.itjust.works 2 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

Yeah that makes sense too. My phone is set up for LAFD pings and every couple days they're out rescuing hikers or bikers in the canyons.

Many years ago our car died in traffic on a hot day and I got out to put up the hood and wave the car behind us to go around, and it sparked to life for an instant and locked me out. Windows closed, 107°F, our toddler and infant secured in car seats, and my quadriplegic husband. Pre-cellphones. I sprinted down the road to the gas station to call 911 and borrow a crowbar. Luckily the fire station was near, and the oncoming lane was clear so the fire engine was there almost as soon as I sprinted back, and they popped open a door. After that we set the toddler's seatbelts just loose enough they could "Houdini" out in an emergency, since they were trustworthy. And I learned my lesson about doors.