That was my first reaction too and told my dad that. He swears she was serious and that she is a lot weirder with him than she shows the rest of us. I was intrigued.
Sounds like a pretty cool antique. Sometime can I borrow it? I’d be using to shoot heroin.
Heh. I was just out of high school, my first year at college, living with my sister in an apartment in one of Milwaukee’s suburbs. Mom had gifted us with some Yankee candles, but we didn’t have anything to light them with. So I went to the store and bought a bunch of matches. I couldn’t find the one big box; the only thing I could find was a bunch of those smaller, sliding boxes all bundled together in a bunch of 12, say.
My sister later tells me that Mom spoke to her privately, asking “Has **Snickers **started smoking?” Because of the matches. And because I was just starting college.
I wonder how she thought we’d been lighting the candles. From the burners on the electric stove maybe? No idea.
The great thing about a needle like that is that you can share it with your friends without fear of HIV. Just clean it out with a bottle brush between uses.
Lumbago and sprue continue to plague mankind, though they’re now known as low back pain and celiac disease (aka gluten-sensitive enteropathy.)
Spanish disease is still around as syphilis.
Hysteria is still with us today too, for which I am eternally grateful since it is another term for a sexually aroused female.
There was not, by chance, a gigantic wooshing sound over your head as you posted, was there QtM?