Every year she would "get out of town". She would go to a town in Jerome Arizona. She meets up with her friends who decided to set her up on a blind date. This man used to be a special effects guy in hollywood and now he's a garbage man of Jerome. He's very good looking, but he has something next to him in a red cloth. After ordering, he showed her it was a fake skull that he made as a special effects guy. After dinner he invites her to his house to see other special effects he had made. She follows him back to his house in a remote area. While there he brings out a glove with knives that retract. He points at her and he stabs her

When he went to see prostate specialist Dr. Melanie Yu, his first contact was with Patience — who didn’t even know the doctor’s last name. The entire surgical team felt like the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, and now he’s cancer-free.

In her first year of teaching, while prepping a detailed plan for a sub, chaos erupted when a classroom rat named Wiggly got stuck in the cage after a student fed it a Cheez-It — and in the struggle, its eye popped out. She freed the rat, the sub muttered “they don’t pay me enough,” and the principal helped restore order with a laugh that sometimes, real shit happens.

Growing up on a tidy rural Minnesota farm, his dad finally painted the house and planted a beautiful garden — right over the septic tank. When it came time to clean it, his dad accidentally set the Honey Wagon to blow instead of suck, unleashing a geyser of sewage across the yard.

He’d always dreamed of living somewhere tropical, so when the chance came, he moved to one of Hawaii’s most remote islands, 400 miles from the nearest people, doing conservation work. Even the outhouse — open to the waves, rare birds, and starlit skies — left him thinking under the new moon, “This is the most amazing shit ever.”

When Jenny, a frame shop owner in Maine, helped “Natalia from Rocky” prepare a house for a film, she ended up at the cast party. Needing to poo, she snuck upstairs to use the bathroom, only to find the toilet wouldn’t flush — and weeks later she overheard locals laughing that it wasn’t even bolted down, joking she’d been focused on a different kind of movement.

While camping, she and a friend heard the sputter of a plane with a wing sheared off and ran toward the sound, only to find police and fire engines at the scene. The next day they learned the drunk, unlicensed pilot had crashed into a trailer — the very one they’d stayed in two days earlier — and ever since, the sound of a low-flying plane sends her heart racing.

After a therapist suggested divorce, she saw a psychic who told her, “When the seasons change, you’ll know it’s time to go.” She moved to Eugene, where in quick succession her dog died, wildfires raged, her back gave out, both parents passed, and a trip to Mexico for alternative medicine landed her in a psych ward — but in the end, she came back to Petaluma, stubborn yet wiser from the whole shitshow.