Back in the late 1980s, I had quite a few friends and acquaintances who were militant ecological people. A great deal of them drove various models of old Volkswagens.
One particular day, a fire hydrant-shaped dyke named Tina took a styrofoam cup that I was using for numerous cups of coffee for the entire day and threw it away. I explained to her that I was just going to grab another cup and create more trash. She got incensed. With her response, I added on "how many miles per gallon does your VW get?" (At the time, I was driving a Toyota Camry station wagon that got 30 MPG over an entire tankful.)
Later in the day I was called in to the regional manager's office. Ultimately, the boss learned that she was harassing me over the coffee cups and all was good between the boss and me.
Today, I bet that Tina is either 400 lb or is dead. Her religion was hate of men and is the type that would believe that Hunter Biden's laptop is complete Russian disinformation.
I like that story. It is very fun to think about those in the past who you knew in some working or otherwise capacity.
In 91 I had a female roommate (Donna)
She looked exactly like Marriah Carrey when she was hot. Donna was white - white hot! Tall too and I like that. Donna was a wiccan. A well paid escort as well. Donna also had an albino ferret named Spooky. Spooky was not unscented so he stunk to the worst degree of feral musk. Yuck. She kept the large rodent chained to a base kitchen cabinet that was also his home. he was always trying to break off of his 3' chain and would take runs at it. He wanted off!
I slept on the floor in the living room that was just off the open kitchen about 8' from the rodent and Donna had the single bedroom. One night Donna had one of her witch friends over and they drank wine while talking for hours. I won't go into it but her friend was always trying to.. 'capture me' she wanted a baby. Specifically a baby boy that she could raise on her own as a wizard!
This particular night I eventually went to sleep only to wake hours later to utter chaos. She was on top of me, riding me like a dime-store cowgirl. Screaming and moaning. I guess she manipulated me (it) into cooperating with her desires. As I woke I realized that I too was moving as if I was actually into this, which I was not!
Just then; the rodent broke from the chain and rushed/ attacked us with a feverish revenge. It was pitch black and being a basement suite there was no moonlight shining through the narrow windows. Spooky was relentless as she lifted herself off of me and ran around in the dark screaming. After awhile Donna woke and came out of the bedroom turning the lights on and thus defusing the situation. Men can be raped! I was tested many times over the next month for any deleterious effects off the unfortunate hook-up. Yuck.
Was a freaky scene, man. Wark St, just off of Bay St, Victoria BC.
EDIT: I have spared the group the detail on what she was screaming while aboard me.
