Date of Urge: 10-13-2008
Time of Urge: Approximately 4:30 p.m.
Location of Urge: Local Meijer store
Description of Urge: While grocery shopping with my significant other, I was walking down an aisle. While approaching the end-cap (the end of the aisle if you don’t know) and employee walked past and blocked me due to pulling a large flatbed cart stacked approximately 6 feet high with boxes. I had the almost uncontrollable urge to run and dive through the boxes knocking everything to the ground.
Why urge was controlled: Concern that the boxes may have something large and heavy in them and that I would get hurt on either the initial push-thru, or when the boxes came tumbling down on me. Also, concern that the materials could break and I would have to pay for them. Also, I don’t want a divorce.
Date of Urge: 10-17-2008
Time of Urge: 1:30 p.m.
Location of Urge: Vet’s office
Description of Urge: While delivering my pet’s fecal sample to the vet’s office (routine screening) I had the almost uncontrollable urge to fling the poo at the receptionists face while screaming “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!!! EAT SHIT BITCH!!!”
Why urge was controlled: No other people in the waiting room, so therefore no audience for my hilarious antics. Also, the receptionist was pretty cute.
Date of Urge: 08-21-2008
Time of Urge: Approximately 5:30 p.m.
Location of Urge: Kid’s soccer practice
Description of Urge: While driving, I noticed that some young kids were having soccer practice at a nearby field. Next to the sidelines was an orange water cooler, which I would assume was full of ice water. The coach of the team was standing approximately 5-10 feet in front of the cooler as parents drove in and out of the parking lot, dropping off their kids. I seriously debated parking the car, running over and picking up the cooler and dumping it on the coach while screaming about the championship we had just won.
Why the urge was controlled: Fear that I would throw out my back, yet again, while lifting the water cooler.
When: August 24th, 2008, 11:30 PM
What: Last night my lady friend discovered she was out of feminine products and i told her i’d go to the store. While i was walking through the aisles i thought about how weird it is for a guy to be buying feminine products at 11:30 at night without a “feminine” present. So, i thought, why not take this up to the next level and throw in some hemorrhoid cream, some condoms, some wart remover, some herpacin, some ex-lax, some pepto bismol, and maybe a small doll or a dog toy…put all of it on the counter and stare intently at the cashier (not in a menacing way, just intently).
What stopped me: i didn’t want to go around the store picking all that stuff up and the self-check out lane was right there.
Date of Urge: 08-19-2008
Time of Urge: 6:15 p.m.
Location of Urge: Near the campus of my local university
Description of Urge: So…this marks the beginning of college school terms. Which, unfortunately, means that an incredibly large number of obnoxious students are moving back into the area. While having a major university in my backyard is nice for all of the interesting stuff it provides for the community, a large group of students are self-centered idiots who take up a lot of room at all events worth going to and go ahead and trash the sidewalks with broken bottles neglecting to realize that all sorts of people walk on the sidewalk to include little kids. Everytime I see a group of students walking side by side by side by side down the sidewalk, all talking on their individual cell phones and not to each other, and not moving out of the way of anyone else, but rather making sure that you, the individual taking up the least amount of space, I want to yell out “Red Rover, Red Rover, let me come on over!” while I take off in a sprint and smash between a couple of them.
Why urge was controlled: I’m not really sure…hopefully I will lose control next time this happens.
Date of Urge:
Once a week
Time of Urge: While driving on the expressway
Location of Urge: Car/expressway
Description of Urge: While driving along the expressway, and most often while going around bends in the road, I have the almost uncontrollable urge to drive into the guardrail. Not to T-bone it. That would be silly. Rather, I’d like to, at 70 miles per hour, just scrape up against it and see what happens.
Urge Controlled: Fear for my life, or the life of others if the car should spin out of control. Also, I could not afford it monetarily.
Side-Urge: A less strong a.u.u., but still present, is the desire to drive off of an exit ramp into the ditch below.
Date of Urge: 07-20-2008
Time of Urge: 9:30 p.m.
Location of Urge: Grocery Store
Description of Urge: While walking around the grocery store carrying a watermelon on my shoulder, I had the almost uncontrollable urge to spin and toss the watermelon like a shot-put. I visualized the watermelon exploding in the milk section, sending bits of watermelon and 2% flying everywhere. I would have then run out of the store screaming about interdimensional watermelon creatures stealing Earth’s milk.
Why the urge was controlled: Not being able to make it out of the store before being caught, due to the fact that I was laughing too hard to run.
Follow-up to urge: When explaining to friends about the A.U.U., we began discussing what foods would work best for the Field events in Track and Field (Discus, Javelin, Shot Put, and Hammer Toss). Tossed around ideas include.
What would make for good food substitutes for The World’s Strongest Man Competitions?