When I was a kid I had a friend who was a horse girl and there were some Shetland ponies in a field where we grew up, anyway she said they were neglected, (they weren’t but I thought she knew better) and said we needed to look after them, we trimmed their fringes, all was going well until the next day there was uproar in the village that the ponies had been hurt and someone had cut all their hair off, I WAS MORTIFIED, safe to say I didn’t go to see them ever again.

When I was a brand-new mom on maternity leave, but still trying to juggle law school and a newborn, my sister-in-law had an emergency and had to leave her Boston terrier with me. Even though he was a very well-behaved dog and had met the baby, we still kept them separated just in case.

One morning, after my husband left for work, I picked up the baby up out of the bassinet and went downstairs to make coffee. My husband had forgotten something and promptly came right back in to find me at the counter, brewing coffee, rocking a black and white dog in one arm, while our son still quietly chilling in his bassinet upstairs.

He took the day off from work and I went back to sleep.

I was a kitchen employee at Arbys when I was 18. We used to have sub rolls that were footlong, but the only subs we sold were 6 inch. So you had to cut each roll in half before you used it. I was just zoned out one day, and I ended up cutting the sub roll in half, putting the knife back in the sub roll bag, and then trying to use the sub roll to cut the next sandwich. My manager saw it and f*****g d**d.