Posted June 16, 2015
awalterj: Great story, and it's good that you married the guy because someone needs to protect him from accidentally winning a Darwin Award thanks to a not very sensible roommate - I'm not saying this mockingly at all btw, I've done my fair share of less than sensible things.
One time, I ate some cheese and noticed that there was very weird mold on it. This I noticed after I already ate a considerable amount so I thought hm what if this crap was poisonous or something? It was Swiss cheese, not one of those French cheeses that are already moldy when you buy them and designed to be that way.
So I called poison control and they gave me some number for a doctor on duty. I called that number just to preemptively know what would happen to me after eating the weird cheese and what I should or shouldn't do. What I didn't know is that they gave me some doctor's private number and it was 2 AM on a Sunday night...I thought this was a 24 hour service but I ended up waking the poor guy to ask about mold on my cheese...needless to say, he was pissed and asked me if I had mental problems or what?!
I muttered "Well, I was given this number. In that case I'll call just someone else" and hung up. Normally I would apologize but this was an honest mistake and I don't apologize to rude people. The bad cheese ended up not killing me nor did I feel any adverse effects. Still, one should look at what one eats before eating it.
Lucky sir, Mr awalter, if that had been me it might have been a much shorter story, since I am allergic to penicillin and wouldn't like to take my chances with any mystery mold. Yes, husband & I have each helped each other survive our less-well-thought-out ideas, while the dear roommate fell out of a tree last month and broke an ankle. One time, I ate some cheese and noticed that there was very weird mold on it. This I noticed after I already ate a considerable amount so I thought hm what if this crap was poisonous or something? It was Swiss cheese, not one of those French cheeses that are already moldy when you buy them and designed to be that way.
So I called poison control and they gave me some number for a doctor on duty. I called that number just to preemptively know what would happen to me after eating the weird cheese and what I should or shouldn't do. What I didn't know is that they gave me some doctor's private number and it was 2 AM on a Sunday night...I thought this was a 24 hour service but I ended up waking the poor guy to ask about mold on my cheese...needless to say, he was pissed and asked me if I had mental problems or what?!
I muttered "Well, I was given this number. In that case I'll call just someone else" and hung up. Normally I would apologize but this was an honest mistake and I don't apologize to rude people. The bad cheese ended up not killing me nor did I feel any adverse effects. Still, one should look at what one eats before eating it.
A funny thing was, the chemistry teacher was married to the bio teacher, widely considered the most fun and cool teacher at the school. They must have complimented each other in some way like an ionic bond.