Getting Away with Schmidt

... is how one man sums up his experience with a procedure that's not often talked about. Using somewhat colorful details, this man explains the ins-and-outs of a procedure that, for some reason, ends up taking place in out-patient settings (when it REALLY seems like it only belongs in a torture chamber!) I found this somewhat hard-to-read, yet humorously written story on the Best of Craigslist, San Diego. I have to admit after reading this, my heart goes out to him, (and any other guy going through (or planning to) go through it). But, although I winced all the way through it, I found his work to be humorous, and witty. I tried to track down the original author*, but I had no luck. So, I thought I'd go ahead and share his story here, anyway. (At least I can try to bring a little bit of dignity, (and possibly even encourage a new respect) for the brave souls who've endured (or plan to endure) this procedure. So... blog-readers everywhere, if you've ever wondered...

That's my combo word for squeaky & stinky. ... because I'm referring to mice... particularly, the post-mortem variety. I'm at work early this morning. I'm not saying which job. ... just that it's early. I'm not trying to be intentionally cryptic in withholding which job I'm currently at, but, in addition to retaining a modicum of anonymity, I might also add that we're in the process of eradicating a small mouse problem we've been having, and I don't want to cast a dark shadow onto this particular workplace by causing disdain to any yuppy, snobbish types who may take a moment of their superiorly important time to cast judgement when they're not busy floating above everyone, doing everything perfectly, and smugly giving advice as if they've never have a mouse, cockroach, or louse in their lives. (These are the type of people whom I wonder if they have the sh*t professionally vaccu-sucked out of their asses twice a week, and disposed...