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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Halivar" data-source="post: 1815392" data-attributes="member: 9327">Public restrooms. 'Nuff said.    Water fountains. Once when I was five, my mom told me not to use them because someone with AIDS might have used it. This is way back before we knew anything about AIDS and thought you could get by touching people. Even after I knew that was silly, I had this conditioned fear of water fountains (or "bubblers", if you're of the mid-western persuasion). I got over this one about five years ago, but I still don't like them.    Taking the garbage out at night. Ever since I saw the movie C.H.U.D. as a child, I have had an apoplectic fear of dumpsters at night. My folks used to make me take the garbage out every night after dark, and the dumpsters for our apartment were arranged in a big square. If any Cannabalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers ever decided to jump out an eat me, I'd be surrounded. I swear, it would take me fifteen minutes of staring at the dumpsters from 50 feet away before I'd gather up the strength to make the mad dash to them, throw up the cover and sling the garbage in, and run as if my life depended on it because it did and the CHUD's were coming to eat me all the way back to the apartment building door. The thirty seconds I would spend at that door, waiting for it to buzz were absolutley the most terrifying moments of my life. I wouldn't look back of course, because I didn't want to see the CHUD's before they ate me. The dread terror of garbage removal persisted until I was 11, but an irrational fear of the night-time dumpsters persists to this day (once last year I caught my self running back to my apartment).</blockquote>

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