Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for September 08, 2023

From Not Always Right:

I have a coworker who is on the autism spectrum and takes a lot of questions literally. They are getting the hang of being a checkout operator, and I am working in the next aisle over to assist when required. I overhear this exchange:

Customer: “You’re charging so much! How do you sleep at night?”

Coworker: “With the window open, and with my pillow at a forty-five-degree angle to better support my neck.”

Customer: “What?”

Coworker: “You asked how I slept at night? That’s how I sleep at night.”

Customer: “…Oh.”

And with that, the customer, who had been gearing up for a fight, was suddenly the human equivalent of a frozen computer. She just quietly paid for her items and slowly drifted toward the exit, still trying to reboot.

been there, doing that

I’m a four-pillow sleeper. 3 for my head and neck, one between my knees to keep my hips aligned.

With the right pillow, it’s like falling out of a window on the first floor.

Always with the pillow-talk!

And exactly how do you know what that feels like, Aunty?!

My pillow!!!!!!!!!!!

I sometimes feel that way even when I sleep with the RIGHT pillow!

At 75 (civil birthday today) I curl up on either side and I’m asleep! After reading comments, decided it is a blessing,

Yup. Fibromyalgia sucks.

Well, I suppose that’s something to look forward to. For now, if I don’t wake up on the floor, I’m fine.

Well Aunty, if you wouldn’t get drunk and go home with strangers you wouldn’t have the pillow problem.

I envy our kitties. Even as they get old, they sleep in a position however they desire, even if on their heads.

I toss my pillows in the dryer each week with a dryer sheet to fluff them up and make them smell good.

If I get up on the wrong side of the bed, I fall out the window; but at least I have the extra pillow, on the way down.

Such a fall would put you in a very wrong bed, Auntie – an ICU bed.

That’s what you get for buying one of those “my pillow” pillows from Mike Lindell.

She is married, sleeps in a tiny bed the size of a crib, probably sleeps without moving all night, and complains about having stiff joints in the morning. Then blames the pillow.

I hadn’t really given it that much thought, maybe I need to get a new pillow.

I bought a pillow to leave at my daughters house for when I was visiting. Next time I visited, someone had claimed it. Now I have to bring my own every time.