While looking for a node that summed up "don't ever call me again, you psycho bitch from hell
," I ran across this node and felt that it fit perfectly with this Lee story
When we were 19, I had this awesome pair of Levi's
. They were mens' jeans, size 32/34. They were long and baggy and sat on my hips very comfortably. Lee borrowed them and went to visit a mutual friend in New York City
. She went, she conquered, she fought with our friend. When she came back, she gave me my jeans. About a week later, she made me dinner
and said she had something to tell me.
"You know those jeans
you let me borrow?"
"Well, the actor
guy Michael I told you about, I guess
he had crabs
, because I got them, and I don't want you to get mad, but, well, I wore your jeans, and so you, uhm, might want to wash them in really hot water
"Jen, I'm really sorry."
It didn't matter, I didn't get any beasties. Funny thing is, I found out that she did pass them on to several New York lesbian
s, through non-intimate contact.
So don't ever lend out your pants, because you might get back something extra. It's worse than sharing your brush in grade school.