The Gift Of Fear -- Why You Should Read It

So I've always loved selling things door to door. Since I was a youngster reading comics, I was intrigued by the Olympic Sales Club ads, assuring me that the only reason I didn't have cool geek toys was that I hadn't tried hard enough.

Fast-forward, skipping details (for now!), and you have me selling M&Ms in my cheerleading uniform door to door, to raise money for our new uniforms!

Hundreds of doors went well. Then there was that one day. That one series of moments.

I cheerfully asked the dude peering out from his door if he'd like to buy M&Ms to support the cheerleading squad.

Was I serious? He wondered with his eyes.

He realized I was. And stepped out from behind the door. Before, I had just thought that I'd woken up some well-meaning single guy.

Meanwhile, here was this newly awakened person, stepping out from behind the door to reveal..his penis.

What happened to me in that moment will be explained in a future installment. Somehow, I knew not to upset this guy, but that I needed to leave RIGHT NOW.

So I said something neurotically (craziest person in the room always wins), and headed down the steps…

…then WALKED REALLY FAST. I didn't run. But I speed-walked like a superhero.

I can feel it all. The uniform in need of updating. The suntan No Nonsense hose on my leg. The Tri-County Flea Market scrunchee socks. The Keds.

All very adorable in theory for 1991, all very pounding the pavement with the beating of my pulse, that one October afternoon.

I had to get away.


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