So when I was in, it was, probably would have been when I was in junior high which is what we kinda used to call middle school. I was, I was still in Girl Scouts and we would take these cool camping trips. And like even like in the winter, it was amazing, we would -- we were so tough. I look back and I just marvel that we did this. But anyway, on one of these trips, my friend, who was, I have to tell you, not in the least bit wild or naughty. I mean, she was a super nice girl, you know got good grades and listened in school, came to all that, not a rabble-rouser or trouble maker. She pulled out from her luggage that she had brought some wine from home, like just a bottle of wine. Which was like, so shocking, because not only was [name] one of those good girls but I mean, we all were. I mean, we were a bunch of nerds that were still in Girl Scouts long after everyone like dropped out and you know, started doing other stuff. Anyway, [name] brought this wine, so thrilling and I had maybe one sip. And somebody else had one or two sips, [name] might have had some and that was the end of it. I think just the thought of it was so naughty that that was like enough and I think we were too scared to do more, get buzzed, get drunk, any of that. I don't actually really don't know how much the other ones drank, but I do know that I drank only the tiniest bit. And then otherwise the camping trip was just normal. A couple of -- sometime later, maybe a couple weeks later, I got a notification that there was gonna be a meeting. It was at -- this is what was the scariest thing about it was it was gonna be at the at the college, where my dad taught, but you know, it was evening and it was, you know, in some room and I, I can't remember if at that time I had a feeling like we were in trouble or if it just was mysterious to me. But when I got there, Our Girl Scout leaders were there, [name] was there, and the other girl who had taken a drink from the bottle was there. And I can't remember…

Note: There is language that is excluded in the transcript but not excluded in the audio. So anyways, the orthodontist called while I was driving my son to camp in the morning. And I was driving down the road to, to camp and it was on a 25 mile an hour road that has a left turn lane in the middle. But it otherwise it's just you can just go in one lane, you know. There's three lanes, let's say and then the middle one, is the left turn lane, and it's 25 miles an hour, all right? So, the orthodontist calls and talking to her about my son's braces. And there's somebody like tailgating me right behind, like, right on my butt tailgating me. And I'm going 30, max. I'm going between 25 and 30 because I don't like to speed especially on this road. There's like schools all over the road and a daycare and there's people walking, I don't speed on that road. So, I was going 30 miles an hour, max. And as this person is tailgating me, I'm getting more and more agitated while I'm talking on the phone and -- to the orthodontist. And then all of a sudden, the person behind me decide, they're gonna pass me in the left turn lane, And they, they zoom around me and they’re trying to zoom around me in the left, turn lane, totally illegal. They're not turning, they're just trying to pass me.  And as they do this, something snapped in my brain and I slammed on my accelerator to drag race them and I scream at the top of my lungs, “F*** you, you stupid b****!” And I'm on the phone talking to the like orthodontist well, the lady behind -- the receptionist and, and then I and then I realized I'm like, “Oh.” And then I snap back into reality and I like within a second and in my mind I'm thinking, “I'm drag racing down the middle of 25 mile an hour road, I just screamed into the phone, “F*** you, you stupid b****.” At the receptionist at the orthodontist while we're in the middle of a conversation” And I'm like, “Oh no, what did I just do?” And so I said, “Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. And the lady’s like, “Oh my God, what?” And I said, “I…

We left Detroit and we did not have a direct flight, we had to go to Chicago and we had a direct flight from Chicago to Marseille. And it was a very long flight. We were with another couple and the woman in this other couple gets cars -- or air sick. And so she has to take these very strong air sick pills. And she was out most of the time we were on this flight. And of course, when we got there, we had left in the middle of the day here but when we got there, of course, it was very early in the morning. And we were going on a river boat cruise down the Seine and, and there's another River we were going on too, but we had to go to Marseille first. And anyway, and Marseille was lovely by the way. But, she was not awake when we got off the plane very well, and she said to me, “I need to go to the bathroom.” and I put my arm around her kind of almost and led her to the bathroom. And I said to her husband, I said, “You have to take all the luggage ‘cuz I'm going to take your wife to the bathroom.” Which he you know, “Yeah please.” So we did, but she didn't come out of the stall and she didn't come out of the stall. And I'm thinking I wonder if she fell back to sleep. And she had, she had actually fallen asleep sitting on the toilet in the Marseille Airport. And, of course, I couldn’t get in there because the door was locked. I had to stand outside, and pound on the door. People stared at me and stared at me and airport bathroom doors, do not have a space at the bottom, you can't like, crawl underneath or do anything like that plus, I couldn't have done that anyway but oh, what a mess that was finally got her to wake up. She finally all of a sudden woke up and realized where she was and we get out there and her husband says, “What took you so long?” I said, “[friend] fell asleep on the toilet.” and he just looked at me and he went, “I’m not gonna ask any more.” And I said, “Please don’t.”

When I was working and we had an assistant principal, who was pretty arrogant. And, you know, he would make jokes with people and but he was, it’s kind of hard to explain, but he brought me my ID one day and they had printed ‘Simpson’ instead of [last name] on my, on my ID and he hands it to me. And I'm like, “That's not my name.” And he thought that -- he already knew it wasn't and he thought that was funny. And he, he said, started calling me Marge. And I said, “Yeah, I've heard that before from every other -- you and every other sixth grader.” It just came out of my mouth without thinking how that was probably not a good thing to say to one of your supervisors. But, someone in administration.  But I think that he -- I know I didn't scare him but I think he knew he couldn’t mess with me as much and intimidate me as much as he thought he was going to Because he loved to intimidate people. And I think that I bought a little cred at that moment from him.