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I answered “do nothing” regarding Bob’s fishin’ hole, because my inclination is generally to mind my own business.
But it’s difficult to say for sure on such a… strange hypothetical.
I suppose it would come down to how well I know Bob, and perhaps how badly he’s reacting to not catching any fish.
If I felt I absolutely had to intervene, I’d probably start with something innocuous like “Nice little pond ya got here. What kind of fish did you stock it with?” and let the conversation proceed from there.
Mine too! and see above.
He was not, however, either a pediatrician or a gynecologist; he was an internist and a cardiologist. And I don’t think that in either position he’d have been expected to discuss sex with pre-teens. – at the time, I don’t think he’d have been expected to discuss it with his daughter, either; in any case, he didn’t. And my mother’s discussion, what there was of it, mostly amounted to ‘boys will want to but if you do they won’t marry you!’ (I remember thinking, ‘if that’s the only reason he’d want to marry me, I don’t think I’d want to marry him’) combined with ‘please don’t get married before you’re 21’ (which I carried a good bit further than she probably had in mind, having not gotten married so far at 71).
But they got me that book, in plenty of time that I knew about periods; and when the cure for my dysmenorrhea, right about the time I went off to college, turned out to be the Pill, they paid for it; and they very carefully never asked me whether I was getting any other benefit from it.
All things considered (including the time), I think this comes under the heading of ‘they were doing the best that they thought they could, I’m not complaining.’
Ah, thanks!
In that case, I’ve got a couple.
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I took the lack of an option between “once a day” and “rarely” as an indication that the person who created the poll considers anything less than once a day to be “rare” (at least when it comes to name signing) and therefore wants people to select that option if you sign your name less than once a day.
Ditto
Banana. How is the worst flavor not even listed?
That was not my experience and I am not a parent so that option simply did not occur to me, though I do find it an interesting, amusing, and fascinating solution to the problem.
My own parents pretty much had a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy that still exists to this day. I learned it the old, old fashioned way: the science from school, and everything else from my equally ignorant friends, TV and movies, and just living.
Sorry. I somehow missed it. I do agree, it is indeed the worst.
Apologies. I have amended as much as I am able. 
I love fake banana more than real banana, and I love real banana flavor.
Re: fish pond. I would send my neighbor instructions on how to make his man-made pond suitable for fish to survive in and a coupon for fish.
The dog polls. I voted that I had an Irish Setter and I also voted that I never had any of the dogs listed in the 4th dog poll. Both statements are accurate.
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
Banana!
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Surprised to see that I’m apparently the only person who voted for combos in the salty snack poll.
I’ve never had a purebred dog, but the two of the four mutts I’ve had had recognizably significant border collie/Australian shepherd backgrounds. My inlaws had purebred German Shepherds, though. After seeing the number of health problems they had, I’d never seek one out.
Nope, peach is the worst, especially in bottled ice tea.
Huh, I’m surprised artificial grape scores so high. I love artificial grape flavor. It doesn’t taste like grape, but it tastes good. Unlike artificial apple, which tastes vile. Or artificial banana, which i hadn’t thought of, but which is also really nasty.
I used to love Combos but I hadn’t had them in many years. I stocked up on them for a recent road trip and was very disappointed. Either they changed or my tastes have. I now refer to them as cardboard nugggets.
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