August 11, 2025 • 24 mins
This week’s hometowns include a wolf in sheep’s clothing and a Jeffrey Epstein encounter.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder, the Mini. So
that's right, it's the one where we read your emails.
Speaker 2 (00:23):
We're going to do it now again again, and now.
Speaker 1 (00:26):
When you start, I'm not going to read you this afterect. Okay,
it's a fun reveal. It starts out, Hello, Karen, Georgia
and pets. So it turns out I spent part of
my childhood in an apartment with a corpse in the attic.
Speaker 2 (00:39):
What okay? Starting strong?
Speaker 1 (00:42):
So it says before we begin, I just need to
say that my granny had nothing to do with this.
It just happened at the small housing complex where she
lived before she moved in, and it came to light
after her death. It also brought the little ex mining
village in Wales. I would pronounce it Bidoo because that's
b ed d Au and it says in parentheses pronounced Bathig.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
Of course, how would you guess that.
Speaker 1 (01:09):
If there's any place that needs a spell it like
you say it, it's Wales.
Speaker 2 (01:13):
Oh yeah, baith Eyed High School.
Speaker 1 (01:15):
Bath School, go Baythide. This case brought the town of Baithi, Wales,
to the attention of the whole world. My granny died
back in twenty fifteen, and she had been living in
a council block of four flats for older people for
fifteen years since being widowed. Her upstairs neighbor was a
younger woman called Lee, whose husband had quote left her
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before my granny moved in. Lee had been really helpful
to my granny when she was ill, so when Lee
became seriously ill with cancer, my mother and father helped
her out, as she didn't have a family, or so
we thought. When she died, my mother struggled to register
her death because her next of kin was still listed
as her husband, who we all thought had left her
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before we knew her. Fast forward to a month after
Lee's funeral, in which my mother said, we all heard
so many different stories from Lee, but only God and
Lee know who she really was. She was saying that
in the best way possible, and then it says, oh,
how prophetic. My dad told me that the police had
found a body in the shared garden where my granny
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had lived. I jokingly asked if it was Lee's husband,
and my dad just nodded and said that my mother
was being interviewed by the police. Oh my god, she
thinks she's being funny. Yeah, oh is Lee's husband. He's like, actually, yes,
don't ask questions. You don't want the answers too. Yeah,
you don't want the affirmative answers to turns out, the
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three years before my granny moved in in nineteen ninety seven,
during a row with her husband, Lee hit him in
the head with a ceramic frog and killed him. The
shape of the frog perfectly matched the hole in his skull.
She then wrapped him up in plastic and put him
in the attic. He was chemically mummified there, and there
were fifty layers of wrapping incline, leading, plastic bags, tarps,
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and roofing plastic.
Speaker 2 (03:03):
Sorry, can we go back? She kept the ceramic frog
that she used to kill her husband.
Speaker 1 (03:09):
She must have because they either had it or they
had to buy a replica. Right, Okay, go on, I
mean if she killed.
Speaker 3 (03:18):
Him, yeah, she's like, I really love this frog, yeah,
or I really love that I did this yeah, I
mean okay, anytime he started to smell, she added another layer.
Speaker 1 (03:30):
He was up there for eighteen years. Wow. She was
still claiming his Korean War pension this whole time.
Speaker 2 (03:36):
Okay, here we go.
Speaker 1 (03:38):
The plastic package, the body was in was found under
a bench in the shared garden by the woman who
moved into my granny flat when she was clearing a
corner of the garden to make a memorial for Lee.
We think Lee broke her leg moving the body to
the garden, and that's how she found out she had
cancer and was dying, and how my mother started caring
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for her. So this is a perfectly laid out horror movie.
Speaker 2 (04:03):
Yeah, the like thinking backness of it all.
Speaker 1 (04:06):
Yeah, I'm so glad my dad and my uncle were
too busy to help her quote get something from the
attic when she asked. They were in meshed in this
woman's life.
Speaker 3 (04:15):
God.
Speaker 1 (04:16):
And then it just ends with stay sexy and don't
help Granny's neighbors move suspicious packages l from South Wales, UK.
Speaker 2 (04:23):
Wow. You have to imagine, and I've always thought about this.
There has to be at least a couple dozen people
in the world who have unknown bodies in their place
of residence.
Speaker 1 (04:34):
Yes, right, absolutely, If.
Speaker 2 (04:36):
She doesn't remember the barrel Bear Creek, No, the one
where they found a barrel under the house.
Speaker 1 (04:41):
Oh yes, in the basement, yes, yes.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
And like went back a few owners and it turned
out he had killed her. Yeah, like, there's got to
be a few to hope it's not mine.
Speaker 1 (04:50):
I thought you were going to say, there's got to
be people out there who have helped a killer do
something unknowingly to ate it in a bed it. Yeah,
there are so many things out in the world.
Speaker 2 (05:00):
Ye, mine is called wolf in Sheep's Clothing. Hi, I'm
listening to minnesod four forty four where you ask for
wolf in Sheep's Clothing story. Oh okay, and now my
time has finally come. My family and I spent most
of the aughts two thousands, says in a seemingly quintessential
small town. I have fond memories of summer days spent
at the public pool, where my mom, a teacher at
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the time, would bake in the sun while my brother
and I swam for hours. Yes, the evenings were spent
just eating dinner on the back porch, followed by a
game of woo football. Unfortunately, these games often turned into
my dad and whoever it was over at the time,
taking turns batting, while my brother and I were sent
to wait in the neighbor's yard on the other side
of the fence to catch the balls. It was agonizing
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as an eight year old who just learned how to
bat without a tea. But I digress. On one occasion,
our youth pastor came over for one of these legendary evenings.
This was a normal occurrence as my dad was the
pastor at our church. Rather than cook, my parents ordered
wings from our local shop. About midway through our meal,
I look up at our guest and see this man,
all caps covered in wing sauce. The sauce covered at
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least two inches around his mouth and coated everythinger past
his knuckles. I remember being mesmerized and horrified by this man.
How could this happen? Didn't it bother him? Where was
his napkin? Something about that struck a nerve in my
eight year old body, and I never trusted him again,
which I totally understand. Like people who eat like barbecue
and just get it everywhere. I couldn't live with myself.
Speaker 1 (06:27):
It's one thing to do that by yourself at home
watching TV alone, but like in a restaurant, that eight
year old was exactly right. Yeah, like, are you kidding me? Where?
You're just like, I just don't care what people thinks.
Speaker 2 (06:39):
Well, flash forward to twenty eighteen I'm chatting with my
mom about this absurd memory when she goes you know
it's wild. You mentioned not trusting him because we found
out later that he was paying women for sex at
the local college. Oh that's right. One day, my mom
was sitting at the lunch table at school and some
student teachers started talking about him and how he pays
their friends for sex. Needless to say, he was quickly
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fired from his role as youth pastor and sent to therapy.
Speaker 1 (07:05):
I feel like they should maybe just fire all the
youth pastors and start with a clean slate, because I can't.
It's just all I see are bad stories.
Speaker 2 (07:13):
About that and anyone who like, any man who like
asks to be a pastor. No, it has to go
to someone who doesn't want to do it.
Speaker 1 (07:19):
It's too humble y.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
Yes, another crazy coincidence. Our masked town flasher suddenly stopped
terrorizing young women once this man left town. Oh shit,
my mom thinks it was him. She's correct. Love you both.
You've been alongside me through thyroid cancer, six years in
remission yay, and the births of my three wonderful, insane children.
Thank you for all you do. Stay sexy and don't
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trust a messy wing eater.
Speaker 1 (07:44):
M M. You must have the kind of confidence of
a person who's a true visionary where you're just like
as a child. Yeah, I spotted the town perf. You're
not even doing like anything. Mean, it's just like this
is not an okay move for an adult. And yes,
I'm suspicion, Yes, love it. The vibe is wrong, vis
wrong Yeah, okay. This was the subject line of this
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email is a tale of two Tony's, it says high there.
So I've got a story about the coincidence of coincidences.
Years ago in the nineties, my mom needed her car
worked on, which seems like the norm for that time. Yeah,
remember back when cars broke down and you had to
take them to the mechanic all the time, and you.
Speaker 2 (08:26):
Had your mechanic and you were his friend.
Speaker 1 (08:28):
Yeah, my auntie referred her to a family friend who
happened to be a mechanic named Tony and who worked
out of his garage. This also seemed like the norm
for the time, where you always saved money on car
repairs by going to someone's home. Yep, my dad's friend,
Duke's son fixed our car for years, amazing. Any who
for whatever reason, my mom used the phone book to
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get Tony's address while my auntie set up the appointment
to drop the car off again. This was the nineties,
so I don't remember if people were just way more
discreet with information, but my auntie likely referred her to
the phone book for his address. WELP, the time came
and we, my thirtyish year old mom and her two
young children went to Tony's house. Nothing was amiss until
one hour turned into four hours later and we were
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still waiting for my auntie to pick us up. My
mom tried calling multiple times using Tony's landline and left
increasingly desperate messages. When my Auntie finally answered, she was
frantic and asked where the hell we were and that
we were supposed to be at Tony's house hours ago. Confused,
my mom told her that we were at Tony's house,
but no, no, no, we weren't because she was at
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Tony's house. We had a memento moment before memento was
even a thing, and went in circles putting the pieces together.
Apparently we stumbled upon a glitch in the matrix where
two Tonys existed with the same exact name. And who
work on cars from their homes. That's wild. Now. My
mom had never spoken to this imposter Tony, nor was
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there any indication that he was a mechanic in the
phone book. But when we showed up with our brokeass car,
he and his family welcome vested into their home with
no questions. Had I love it?
Speaker 2 (10:03):
Okay, someone must have agreed to this.
Speaker 1 (10:06):
They let us play with their dog for four hours
and assured us the car would be fixed.
Speaker 2 (10:11):
What a lovely family I know.
Speaker 1 (10:13):
When all was finally revealed, everyone had a good laugh,
and imposter Tony insisted on repairing our car. Oh my god,
he still wanted to do it and he knew how. Yeah, exactly,
Thank God. Thinking back, we got very lucky that it
worked out better than anyone could have imagined. I mean,
at best, Tony could have just been a regular schmo
who had no idea what the hell we were doing
at his house, And at worst, he could have been
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a murderer waiting for an unsuspecting family to come along,
the laziest murderer ever.
Speaker 2 (10:40):
To When someone gets here, I'll take care.
Speaker 1 (10:42):
Of it, yeah, But until that time, I'm just gonna.
Speaker 2 (10:44):
Yeah this lazy cars lazy boy isn't do my thing?
Speaker 1 (10:47):
Yeah, or and I imagine this often, what if imposter
Tony and his family thought we were the craze murderers
masquerading as a humble family in need of car repairs.
It's like one of those upside down ferry where we
terrorize this poor family for four hours with our lives
of someone is coming to pick us up. It will
be just another ten minutes hours. It's so embarrassing. That's
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how I lived my entire childhood, of being at someone's
house and they're like, well, we're starting dinner. You can
sit in the living room if you want to.
Speaker 2 (11:16):
Mom's not here yet.
Speaker 1 (11:17):
Yeah, they'll be here soon. Poor things just wanted to
sit down to dinner and get on with their lives.
That's the story. Just a crazy set of coincidences fostered
by the lack of communication in the nineties. I guess
who the fuck knows? Love you guys and can't wait
to see you when you come to Denver SSDGM caris yay.
I know that's the first can't wait to see you
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that we've gotten in an email.
Speaker 2 (11:40):
Exciting Okay, World War two, puppy stowaways and attic treasures.
This one's called Hi all, longtime listener, first time writer. First,
thank you for getting me through the pandemic. I'm a
healthcare worker, and while not on the front lines, I
went to work every day hoping my immunal compromised patients
would survive and desperately trying to convince that to wear
a mask.
Speaker 1 (12:01):
Sorry, how is that not being on the front lines.
You don't you're there, you don't have to be in
the emergency room.
Speaker 2 (12:06):
Righth MFM was a consistent place I could go to
laugh and commiserate. Thank you so much. Oh that's nice.
I've listened to episode four eighty six about Smoky, the
Yorky World War II hero dog, where you wondered if
people snuok pets when they went to war. We wondered that.
Speaker 1 (12:22):
You know, I love to just throw in some conjecture
when you're trying to tell a story.
Speaker 2 (12:25):
Yes, my part, and the short answer is yes, yay.
The long answer is. In twenty fourteen, after my grandpa passed,
we went through my mom's family home and in the
attic we found boxes of magazines, clippings, photos, camp papers,
and other artifacts spanning my grandpa's military service in World
War Two. This includes over five hundred letters he wrote
to my grandma from induction and training to the Pacific Theater,
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and finally occupied Japan's five hundred. He was salty about
being drafted, but he did the best he could and
managed to keep his sense of humor. The letters are funny, sarcastic,
sometimes devastating, but always end with his love and devotion
to my grandma. Well, going through it all, I found
a photo of someone who had snuck a puppy in
a boat going to the Pacific. I guess, ultimately, what
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were they going to do about it? Nothing like a
puppy to boost morale. They just brought a puppy on
into war, into war on a ship. They also traveled
with a sanctioned regiment mascot, a dog named Murphy, and
a division mascot, a live all caps bobcat. What yes's
name Tuffie. That's a good name.
Speaker 1 (13:31):
Our second dog. We had a dog named Muggsy who
had a puppy and we named the puppy Toffy.
Speaker 2 (13:39):
It's so funny. They were the eighty first Infantry Division Wildcats.
That doesn't excuse anything.
Speaker 1 (13:45):
How do you train or even slightly controlled.
Speaker 2 (13:47):
These guy's like, can you put me back in the
wild please?
Speaker 1 (13:50):
I don't want to be in war and at the
zoo at the worst, but not the South Pacific, Like.
Speaker 2 (13:57):
Mascots are supposed to be drawings, not actual And then
it says, oh the forties of it all. Yeah, that's right,
oh shameless plug. My friend Carson, also a big MFM fan,
and I have decided to read the letters on a podcast.
It's called five Hundred Letters to Nana and it will
start August twenty twenty five.
Speaker 1 (14:14):
Cue.
Speaker 2 (14:14):
Yeah. We keep saying to each other bigger idiots than
you as we press forward with this project. Also thanks
to Georgia's Nana. Oh yeah, thanks again for snapping me
out of it on some dark days. Love to you
and all your morale boosting pets. Katie. Hell yeah, five
hundred Letters to Nana. Go listen, We'll support your local murderino.
Speaker 1 (14:32):
I think that's such a great idea. I would love
to hear those letters totally.
Speaker 2 (14:35):
That's so exciting. That's really awesome.
Speaker 1 (14:37):
They're going to be doing a podcast for ten years too.
Buckle the fuck fun. You can't end that podcast before
they find out how they get out of that fucking war.
Speaker 2 (14:45):
Oh, I know what's going to happen?
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Okay, this. When I read this email, I was like,
this might be it in terms of people reaching out
and giving us some information, telling us that our own
personal story better.
Speaker 2 (15:01):
Than a snail eating green means.
Speaker 1 (15:03):
I mean, it's just it's all the scale of how
you live your life. The subject line of this is
a fishy client. Hey you guys. It could be hey,
you guys, maybe a lot of Essa's. I'm writing in
after hearing Karen describe how her dad had a fish
tank that took way too much effort to care for.
Turns out that's my whole thing. I am the curator
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of aquatic husbandry at the aquarium.
Speaker 2 (15:28):
Wow.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
Huge, Yeah, I've had a storied career as a shark wrangler,
jellyfish breeder, an octopus playmate. What I already love you?
Oh so much? What a life to live. I used
to say I wanted to be a marine biologist because
it sounded conceptually interesting as a.
Speaker 2 (15:46):
Child, got to play with a fucking octopus or wrangle
a shark. Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (15:49):
Okay, but those aren't the stories I'm here to tell you.
I'm here to tell you about one of my side
hustles when I was living in the Virgin Islands taking
care of fish tanks at various businesses. Love that too,
one of which was in a financial office, where I
initially felt bad about overcharging them. That is, until I
look down at a baseball hat sitting on the desk
of my client and it read Little Saint james An
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Island otherwise known by the locals as Pedophile Island. No, yeah, ready,
I first thought, who in their right mind would have
a hat bragging about visiting that island. Then it hit
me like a wave as I stared at the giant
portraits plastering the walls of young girls that I had
assumed were my client's daughters. I was standing in Jeffrey
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Epstein's actual office.
Speaker 2 (16:35):
We're gonna, We're gonna get we can't. I'm sorry.
Speaker 1 (16:39):
This isn't sane, right, right, Yeah, this is the kind
of email I've been waiting for. Shit. Now, I'm going
to just break right here, right now, listener and say, hey,
we can't verify our emails, right, nor do we?
Speaker 2 (16:53):
It sounds legit. Someone's got to clean the fish tank
of people's business, and.
Speaker 1 (16:57):
There's a large trust factor in the whole Minnieso concept,
which there's really no reason not to trust people. Usually
we can kind of suss out if someone sounds like
they're making up a story, I believe them. That's when
I started to notice the odd details about the building,
like where there were and weren't cameras, and that his
office locked from both the inside and the outside. Ah,
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these are details that sometimes we don't notice in the
day to day, but we should. Suddenly, overcharging him didn't
seem like such a bad idea, because fuck that guy.
After that, whenever I came in to clean the fish
tank and the boss was in, I always opted to
come back a different day.
Speaker 2 (17:35):
Holy shit.
Speaker 1 (17:36):
In the end, my services were no longer required when
he was arrested. And yes, we did take a boat
out there to watch the FBI raid Pedophile Island. This
person is a firsthand if they are true in these
alleged claims, They're a first person witnessed to all of
that shit. Oh, it was a wild Mostly I wanted
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to see if the rumor was true that he had
a life size statue. You have a cow, which was
someone's job to move around the island occasionally. Anyway, they
they don't confirm it anyway. I hope this gets read
that y'all are having a fantastic day. A girl can dream,
stay sexy, and always figure out who you're working for.
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Best fishes, Caroline.
Speaker 2 (18:21):
Caroline, let's hang out immediately? And how am I? The
whole time I was like, how do I follow this?
How do I follow this? I have one more? I
can't follow this. I know you feel follow me.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
Caroline brought us like hot breaking, major worldwide news goss.
So it's just a different thing.
Speaker 2 (18:40):
Wild amazing kids stay in school and become a marine biologist.
Speaker 1 (18:44):
That's right.
Speaker 2 (18:45):
I'm not going to reach you the title. Hello Georgia,
Karen and all the MFM Furrey friends and family. Your
podcast has brought me so much joy over the years,
so I'll start this story off with a big thank you.
You've made subway rides, long car trips, plane rides, and
dog walks all bearable. Okay, So the story begins in
my hometown of Bright's Grove, Ontario, Canada. Ever heard of it?
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I didn't think so. Bright's Grove. I was fifteen or
sixteen years old, just finishing my tenth or eleventh year
of high school. I don't remember slash can't do the math,
and needed my own income to supply myself with copious
amounts of vanilla and lemon flavored vodka. And it says
I literally winced while writing that for the summer.
Speaker 1 (19:27):
Ahead, vanilla vodka is really upsetting me.
Speaker 2 (19:30):
Right now, I accidentally ordered a drink reasily with vanilla vodka,
and as soon as I took a sip, I was
just like transported to it year. It was awful. It
was awful. It's disgusting. So every kid in my hometown
either worked at one of two places, the local restaurant
or the grocery store. I was too scared of breaking
change again the math, so I never applied to the
restaurant and got myself a job at the grocery store's
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produce department. I have it there too, Girl, you have
to go have a produce department. You're stack in banana.
I should just like yeah, no math. The jobs were
broken down by department. Most of my friends were hired
to work in the bakery or at the front till well,
I was blessed with a job of stalking fruits and veggies,
perhaps the easiest of the departments, or so I thought,
I bet there's like a little customer service that goes
along with that, for sure, you know.
Speaker 1 (20:13):
Which you have to help people pick ripe things.
Speaker 2 (20:15):
I bet there's not a lot of people.
Speaker 3 (20:17):
Though.
Speaker 2 (20:17):
I would never ask anything to a fruit person, could you.
I wouldn't never bother a fruit vegetable person.
Speaker 1 (20:23):
Not unless they were like I think I did it
one time because he was already doing stuff. Yeah, and
it was like, can you help me pick a ripe mango?
Speaker 2 (20:31):
Okay? My ships consisted of lifting heavy boxes full of bananas, potatoes,
what have you, putting them on a wheeling cart, and
stalking the shelves for anything that needed replenishing. That's how
that works. Every so often I had to put together
salads or wrap cobs of corn in a five piece package,
all caps. Truly exciting stuff. You can bet your butts
that most of my ships started with me violently hungover,
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sneaking off to the giant freezers to regain life, or
trying not to throw up at the smell of rotting potatoes.
Literally the worst smell. Prove me wrong.
Speaker 1 (21:02):
I spent so much time in my twenties hungover and
trying to make it through.
Speaker 2 (21:06):
Yeah, like I have gone into a giant freezer to
see if it helps for the hangover before I know
that sensation. Yeah, it does work a little bit. I
bet one of those hungover six thirty am mornings of
my youth was a memorable one. I used to stay
up all night. We'd go to a rave, I'd be
on drugs, and then I'd go into the bakery that
morning at six thirty bakery. I worked at the local bakery,
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and I was like, I could still hear the techno
in my fucking brain.
Speaker 1 (21:31):
Yeah, you're just you're reverberating with the experience. Did they
know that that's what you were doing? Or they were
just like.
Speaker 2 (21:38):
I mean, I was like fifteen. I just looked great
and acted great and could do anything. I was never tired,
not like now anyway. While rinsing off romaine lettuce in
the giant sinks, I noticed a spider crawling up the
wall just one foot away from my head. If I
hadn't been so hungover, I would have screamed and run
in the other direction, but instead I lazily grabbed the
box that let us came in and smashed the spawn
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of Satan in to the wall. After cleaning up the
demon's remains, I noticed some familiar markings on the spider's body,
all caps. What they don't tell you when you're hired
in the produce section is that you may come across
tropical species that have traveled with the tropical fruit. This
is why you don't bring Costco boxes into your like
you know they give those to you to pack your groceries.
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Don't bring those into your house.
Speaker 1 (22:23):
Because there's spiders.
Speaker 2 (22:24):
Yes, yes, I wasn't shown this binder of species until
I was the whole binder of species. That's how many
until I was literally holding a black widow spider in
a kleenex to show my boss. I was flinging all
sorts of boxes of fruit left and right without any thought,
not knowing that a friggin' scorpion could be hiding with
the grapes and bananas. Anyways, the black widow is put
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in a jar and saved as a reminder to any
new staff that you may run into a poisonous insect
while on the job, and to be mindful. I'd like
to think my hangover for allowing me to not give
a fuck about a spider crawling up the wall. Had
I not had those double shots of vodka the night before.
Who knows where that spider would have ended up. That's
all stay sexy and know that the produce section may
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be the easiest of the jobs at the grocery store,
but is also the scariest. Adele she her.
Speaker 1 (23:13):
Wow, Adele, you really lived through something. Now here's my thing.
We had black widow spiders around a lot growing up.
Speaker 2 (23:20):
I bet you did, because you had lived out in
the country.
Speaker 1 (23:22):
It was like barn stuff.
Speaker 2 (23:23):
Yeah.
Speaker 1 (23:24):
So when she was like about to describe the spider,
I'm like, here we go. It's a poisonous to Randula,
It's like it's the spider you see all the time.
Speaker 2 (23:31):
I barely seen one, really well. I've seen a lot
in one place, but not a lot in places.
Speaker 1 (23:38):
It is really jarring when you see it and you
see the little red hour glass, like it's real.
Speaker 2 (23:43):
It's so scary, all that part. Yeah, because it's just
like your whole life. You're brought up being like danger, yes,
and it's there.
Speaker 1 (23:49):
Yeah.
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Yiy bye bye
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder, the Mini. So
that's right, it's the one where we read your emails.
Speaker 2 (00:23):
We're going to do it now again again, and now.
Speaker 1 (00:26):
When you start, I'm not going to read you this afterect. Okay,
it's a fun reveal. It starts out, Hello, Karen, Georgia
and pets. So it turns out I spent part of
my childhood in an apartment with a corpse in the attic.
Speaker 2 (00:39):
What okay? Starting strong?
Speaker 1 (00:42):
So it says before we begin, I just need to
say that my granny had nothing to do with this.
It just happened at the small housing complex where she
lived before she moved in, and it came to light
after her death. It also brought the little ex mining
village in Wales. I would pronounce it Bidoo because that's
b ed d Au and it says in parentheses pronounced Bathig.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
Of course, how would you guess that.
Speaker 1 (01:09):
If there's any place that needs a spell it like
you say it, it's Wales.
Speaker 2 (01:13):
Oh yeah, baith Eyed High School.
Speaker 1 (01:15):
Bath School, go Baythide. This case brought the town of Baithi, Wales,
to the attention of the whole world. My granny died
back in twenty fifteen, and she had been living in
a council block of four flats for older people for
fifteen years since being widowed. Her upstairs neighbor was a
younger woman called Lee, whose husband had quote left her
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before my granny moved in. Lee had been really helpful
to my granny when she was ill, so when Lee
became seriously ill with cancer, my mother and father helped
her out, as she didn't have a family, or so
we thought. When she died, my mother struggled to register
her death because her next of kin was still listed
as her husband, who we all thought had left her
(01:57):
before we knew her. Fast forward to a month after
Lee's funeral, in which my mother said, we all heard
so many different stories from Lee, but only God and
Lee know who she really was. She was saying that
in the best way possible, and then it says, oh,
how prophetic. My dad told me that the police had
found a body in the shared garden where my granny
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had lived. I jokingly asked if it was Lee's husband,
and my dad just nodded and said that my mother
was being interviewed by the police. Oh my god, she
thinks she's being funny. Yeah, oh is Lee's husband. He's like, actually, yes,
don't ask questions. You don't want the answers too. Yeah,
you don't want the affirmative answers to turns out, the
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three years before my granny moved in in nineteen ninety seven,
during a row with her husband, Lee hit him in
the head with a ceramic frog and killed him. The
shape of the frog perfectly matched the hole in his skull.
She then wrapped him up in plastic and put him
in the attic. He was chemically mummified there, and there
were fifty layers of wrapping incline, leading, plastic bags, tarps,
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and roofing plastic.
Speaker 2 (03:03):
Sorry, can we go back? She kept the ceramic frog
that she used to kill her husband.
Speaker 1 (03:09):
She must have because they either had it or they
had to buy a replica. Right, Okay, go on, I
mean if she killed.
Speaker 3 (03:18):
Him, yeah, she's like, I really love this frog, yeah,
or I really love that I did this yeah, I
mean okay, anytime he started to smell, she added another layer.
Speaker 1 (03:30):
He was up there for eighteen years. Wow. She was
still claiming his Korean War pension this whole time.
Speaker 2 (03:36):
Okay, here we go.
Speaker 1 (03:38):
The plastic package, the body was in was found under
a bench in the shared garden by the woman who
moved into my granny flat when she was clearing a
corner of the garden to make a memorial for Lee.
We think Lee broke her leg moving the body to
the garden, and that's how she found out she had
cancer and was dying, and how my mother started caring
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for her. So this is a perfectly laid out horror movie.
Speaker 2 (04:03):
Yeah, the like thinking backness of it all.
Speaker 1 (04:06):
Yeah, I'm so glad my dad and my uncle were
too busy to help her quote get something from the
attic when she asked. They were in meshed in this
woman's life.
Speaker 3 (04:15):
God.
Speaker 1 (04:16):
And then it just ends with stay sexy and don't
help Granny's neighbors move suspicious packages l from South Wales, UK.
Speaker 2 (04:23):
Wow. You have to imagine, and I've always thought about this.
There has to be at least a couple dozen people
in the world who have unknown bodies in their place
of residence.
Speaker 1 (04:34):
Yes, right, absolutely, If.
Speaker 2 (04:36):
She doesn't remember the barrel Bear Creek, No, the one
where they found a barrel under the house.
Speaker 1 (04:41):
Oh yes, in the basement, yes, yes.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
And like went back a few owners and it turned
out he had killed her. Yeah, like, there's got to
be a few to hope it's not mine.
Speaker 1 (04:50):
I thought you were going to say, there's got to
be people out there who have helped a killer do
something unknowingly to ate it in a bed it. Yeah,
there are so many things out in the world.
Speaker 2 (05:00):
Ye, mine is called wolf in Sheep's Clothing. Hi, I'm
listening to minnesod four forty four where you ask for
wolf in Sheep's Clothing story. Oh okay, and now my
time has finally come. My family and I spent most
of the aughts two thousands, says in a seemingly quintessential
small town. I have fond memories of summer days spent
at the public pool, where my mom, a teacher at
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the time, would bake in the sun while my brother
and I swam for hours. Yes, the evenings were spent
just eating dinner on the back porch, followed by a
game of woo football. Unfortunately, these games often turned into
my dad and whoever it was over at the time,
taking turns batting, while my brother and I were sent
to wait in the neighbor's yard on the other side
of the fence to catch the balls. It was agonizing
(05:41):
as an eight year old who just learned how to
bat without a tea. But I digress. On one occasion,
our youth pastor came over for one of these legendary evenings.
This was a normal occurrence as my dad was the
pastor at our church. Rather than cook, my parents ordered
wings from our local shop. About midway through our meal,
I look up at our guest and see this man,
all caps covered in wing sauce. The sauce covered at
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least two inches around his mouth and coated everythinger past
his knuckles. I remember being mesmerized and horrified by this man.
How could this happen? Didn't it bother him? Where was
his napkin? Something about that struck a nerve in my
eight year old body, and I never trusted him again,
which I totally understand. Like people who eat like barbecue
and just get it everywhere. I couldn't live with myself.
Speaker 1 (06:27):
It's one thing to do that by yourself at home
watching TV alone, but like in a restaurant, that eight
year old was exactly right. Yeah, like, are you kidding me? Where?
You're just like, I just don't care what people thinks.
Speaker 2 (06:39):
Well, flash forward to twenty eighteen I'm chatting with my
mom about this absurd memory when she goes you know
it's wild. You mentioned not trusting him because we found
out later that he was paying women for sex at
the local college. Oh that's right. One day, my mom
was sitting at the lunch table at school and some
student teachers started talking about him and how he pays
their friends for sex. Needless to say, he was quickly
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fired from his role as youth pastor and sent to therapy.
Speaker 1 (07:05):
I feel like they should maybe just fire all the
youth pastors and start with a clean slate, because I can't.
It's just all I see are bad stories.
Speaker 2 (07:13):
About that and anyone who like, any man who like
asks to be a pastor. No, it has to go
to someone who doesn't want to do it.
Speaker 1 (07:19):
It's too humble y.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
Yes, another crazy coincidence. Our masked town flasher suddenly stopped
terrorizing young women once this man left town. Oh shit,
my mom thinks it was him. She's correct. Love you both.
You've been alongside me through thyroid cancer, six years in
remission yay, and the births of my three wonderful, insane children.
Thank you for all you do. Stay sexy and don't
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trust a messy wing eater.
Speaker 1 (07:44):
M M. You must have the kind of confidence of
a person who's a true visionary where you're just like
as a child. Yeah, I spotted the town perf. You're
not even doing like anything. Mean, it's just like this
is not an okay move for an adult. And yes,
I'm suspicion, Yes, love it. The vibe is wrong, vis
wrong Yeah, okay. This was the subject line of this
(08:09):
email is a tale of two Tony's, it says high there.
So I've got a story about the coincidence of coincidences.
Years ago in the nineties, my mom needed her car
worked on, which seems like the norm for that time. Yeah,
remember back when cars broke down and you had to
take them to the mechanic all the time, and you.
Speaker 2 (08:26):
Had your mechanic and you were his friend.
Speaker 1 (08:28):
Yeah, my auntie referred her to a family friend who
happened to be a mechanic named Tony and who worked
out of his garage. This also seemed like the norm
for the time, where you always saved money on car
repairs by going to someone's home. Yep, my dad's friend,
Duke's son fixed our car for years, amazing. Any who
for whatever reason, my mom used the phone book to
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get Tony's address while my auntie set up the appointment
to drop the car off again. This was the nineties,
so I don't remember if people were just way more
discreet with information, but my auntie likely referred her to
the phone book for his address. WELP, the time came
and we, my thirtyish year old mom and her two
young children went to Tony's house. Nothing was amiss until
one hour turned into four hours later and we were
(09:11):
still waiting for my auntie to pick us up. My
mom tried calling multiple times using Tony's landline and left
increasingly desperate messages. When my Auntie finally answered, she was
frantic and asked where the hell we were and that
we were supposed to be at Tony's house hours ago. Confused,
my mom told her that we were at Tony's house,
but no, no, no, we weren't because she was at
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Tony's house. We had a memento moment before memento was
even a thing, and went in circles putting the pieces together.
Apparently we stumbled upon a glitch in the matrix where
two Tonys existed with the same exact name. And who
work on cars from their homes. That's wild. Now. My
mom had never spoken to this imposter Tony, nor was
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there any indication that he was a mechanic in the
phone book. But when we showed up with our brokeass car,
he and his family welcome vested into their home with
no questions. Had I love it?
Speaker 2 (10:03):
Okay, someone must have agreed to this.
Speaker 1 (10:06):
They let us play with their dog for four hours
and assured us the car would be fixed.
Speaker 2 (10:11):
What a lovely family I know.
Speaker 1 (10:13):
When all was finally revealed, everyone had a good laugh,
and imposter Tony insisted on repairing our car. Oh my god,
he still wanted to do it and he knew how. Yeah, exactly,
Thank God. Thinking back, we got very lucky that it
worked out better than anyone could have imagined. I mean,
at best, Tony could have just been a regular schmo
who had no idea what the hell we were doing
at his house, And at worst, he could have been
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a murderer waiting for an unsuspecting family to come along,
the laziest murderer ever.
Speaker 2 (10:40):
To When someone gets here, I'll take care.
Speaker 1 (10:42):
Of it, yeah, But until that time, I'm just gonna.
Speaker 2 (10:44):
Yeah this lazy cars lazy boy isn't do my thing?
Speaker 1 (10:47):
Yeah, or and I imagine this often, what if imposter
Tony and his family thought we were the craze murderers
masquerading as a humble family in need of car repairs.
It's like one of those upside down ferry where we
terrorize this poor family for four hours with our lives
of someone is coming to pick us up. It will
be just another ten minutes hours. It's so embarrassing. That's
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how I lived my entire childhood, of being at someone's
house and they're like, well, we're starting dinner. You can
sit in the living room if you want to.
Speaker 2 (11:16):
Mom's not here yet.
Speaker 1 (11:17):
Yeah, they'll be here soon. Poor things just wanted to
sit down to dinner and get on with their lives.
That's the story. Just a crazy set of coincidences fostered
by the lack of communication in the nineties. I guess
who the fuck knows? Love you guys and can't wait
to see you when you come to Denver SSDGM caris yay.
I know that's the first can't wait to see you
(11:38):
that we've gotten in an email.
Speaker 2 (11:40):
Exciting Okay, World War two, puppy stowaways and attic treasures.
This one's called Hi all, longtime listener, first time writer. First,
thank you for getting me through the pandemic. I'm a
healthcare worker, and while not on the front lines, I
went to work every day hoping my immunal compromised patients
would survive and desperately trying to convince that to wear
a mask.
Speaker 1 (12:01):
Sorry, how is that not being on the front lines.
You don't you're there, you don't have to be in
the emergency room.
Speaker 2 (12:06):
Righth MFM was a consistent place I could go to
laugh and commiserate. Thank you so much. Oh that's nice.
I've listened to episode four eighty six about Smoky, the
Yorky World War II hero dog, where you wondered if
people snuok pets when they went to war. We wondered that.
Speaker 1 (12:22):
You know, I love to just throw in some conjecture
when you're trying to tell a story.
Speaker 2 (12:25):
Yes, my part, and the short answer is yes, yay.
The long answer is. In twenty fourteen, after my grandpa passed,
we went through my mom's family home and in the
attic we found boxes of magazines, clippings, photos, camp papers,
and other artifacts spanning my grandpa's military service in World
War Two. This includes over five hundred letters he wrote
to my grandma from induction and training to the Pacific Theater,
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and finally occupied Japan's five hundred. He was salty about
being drafted, but he did the best he could and
managed to keep his sense of humor. The letters are funny, sarcastic,
sometimes devastating, but always end with his love and devotion
to my grandma. Well, going through it all, I found
a photo of someone who had snuck a puppy in
a boat going to the Pacific. I guess, ultimately, what
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were they going to do about it? Nothing like a
puppy to boost morale. They just brought a puppy on
into war, into war on a ship. They also traveled
with a sanctioned regiment mascot, a dog named Murphy, and
a division mascot, a live all caps bobcat. What yes's
name Tuffie. That's a good name.
Speaker 1 (13:31):
Our second dog. We had a dog named Muggsy who
had a puppy and we named the puppy Toffy.
Speaker 2 (13:39):
It's so funny. They were the eighty first Infantry Division Wildcats.
That doesn't excuse anything.
Speaker 1 (13:45):
How do you train or even slightly controlled.
Speaker 2 (13:47):
These guy's like, can you put me back in the
wild please?
Speaker 1 (13:50):
I don't want to be in war and at the
zoo at the worst, but not the South Pacific, Like.
Speaker 2 (13:57):
Mascots are supposed to be drawings, not actual And then
it says, oh the forties of it all. Yeah, that's right,
oh shameless plug. My friend Carson, also a big MFM fan,
and I have decided to read the letters on a podcast.
It's called five Hundred Letters to Nana and it will
start August twenty twenty five.
Speaker 1 (14:14):
Cue.
Speaker 2 (14:14):
Yeah. We keep saying to each other bigger idiots than
you as we press forward with this project. Also thanks
to Georgia's Nana. Oh yeah, thanks again for snapping me
out of it on some dark days. Love to you
and all your morale boosting pets. Katie. Hell yeah, five
hundred Letters to Nana. Go listen, We'll support your local murderino.
Speaker 1 (14:32):
I think that's such a great idea. I would love
to hear those letters totally.
Speaker 2 (14:35):
That's so exciting. That's really awesome.
Speaker 1 (14:37):
They're going to be doing a podcast for ten years too.
Buckle the fuck fun. You can't end that podcast before
they find out how they get out of that fucking war.
Speaker 2 (14:45):
Oh, I know what's going to happen?
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Okay, this. When I read this email, I was like,
this might be it in terms of people reaching out
and giving us some information, telling us that our own
personal story better.
Speaker 2 (15:01):
Than a snail eating green means.
Speaker 1 (15:03):
I mean, it's just it's all the scale of how
you live your life. The subject line of this is
a fishy client. Hey you guys. It could be hey,
you guys, maybe a lot of Essa's. I'm writing in
after hearing Karen describe how her dad had a fish
tank that took way too much effort to care for.
Turns out that's my whole thing. I am the curator
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of aquatic husbandry at the aquarium.
Speaker 2 (15:28):
Wow.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
Huge, Yeah, I've had a storied career as a shark wrangler,
jellyfish breeder, an octopus playmate. What I already love you?
Oh so much? What a life to live. I used
to say I wanted to be a marine biologist because
it sounded conceptually interesting as a.
Speaker 2 (15:46):
Child, got to play with a fucking octopus or wrangle
a shark. Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (15:49):
Okay, but those aren't the stories I'm here to tell you.
I'm here to tell you about one of my side
hustles when I was living in the Virgin Islands taking
care of fish tanks at various businesses. Love that too,
one of which was in a financial office, where I
initially felt bad about overcharging them. That is, until I
look down at a baseball hat sitting on the desk
of my client and it read Little Saint james An
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Island otherwise known by the locals as Pedophile Island. No, yeah, ready,
I first thought, who in their right mind would have
a hat bragging about visiting that island. Then it hit
me like a wave as I stared at the giant
portraits plastering the walls of young girls that I had
assumed were my client's daughters. I was standing in Jeffrey
(16:33):
Epstein's actual office.
Speaker 2 (16:35):
We're gonna, We're gonna get we can't. I'm sorry.
Speaker 1 (16:39):
This isn't sane, right, right, Yeah, this is the kind
of email I've been waiting for. Shit. Now, I'm going
to just break right here, right now, listener and say, hey,
we can't verify our emails, right, nor do we?
Speaker 2 (16:53):
It sounds legit. Someone's got to clean the fish tank
of people's business, and.
Speaker 1 (16:57):
There's a large trust factor in the whole Minnieso concept,
which there's really no reason not to trust people. Usually
we can kind of suss out if someone sounds like
they're making up a story, I believe them. That's when
I started to notice the odd details about the building,
like where there were and weren't cameras, and that his
office locked from both the inside and the outside. Ah,
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these are details that sometimes we don't notice in the
day to day, but we should. Suddenly, overcharging him didn't
seem like such a bad idea, because fuck that guy.
After that, whenever I came in to clean the fish
tank and the boss was in, I always opted to
come back a different day.
Speaker 2 (17:35):
Holy shit.
Speaker 1 (17:36):
In the end, my services were no longer required when
he was arrested. And yes, we did take a boat
out there to watch the FBI raid Pedophile Island. This
person is a firsthand if they are true in these
alleged claims, They're a first person witnessed to all of
that shit. Oh, it was a wild Mostly I wanted
(17:56):
to see if the rumor was true that he had
a life size statue. You have a cow, which was
someone's job to move around the island occasionally. Anyway, they
they don't confirm it anyway. I hope this gets read
that y'all are having a fantastic day. A girl can dream,
stay sexy, and always figure out who you're working for.
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Best fishes, Caroline.
Speaker 2 (18:21):
Caroline, let's hang out immediately? And how am I? The
whole time I was like, how do I follow this?
How do I follow this? I have one more? I
can't follow this. I know you feel follow me.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
Caroline brought us like hot breaking, major worldwide news goss.
So it's just a different thing.
Speaker 2 (18:40):
Wild amazing kids stay in school and become a marine biologist.
Speaker 1 (18:44):
That's right.
Speaker 2 (18:45):
I'm not going to reach you the title. Hello Georgia,
Karen and all the MFM Furrey friends and family. Your
podcast has brought me so much joy over the years,
so I'll start this story off with a big thank you.
You've made subway rides, long car trips, plane rides, and
dog walks all bearable. Okay, So the story begins in
my hometown of Bright's Grove, Ontario, Canada. Ever heard of it?
(19:09):
I didn't think so. Bright's Grove. I was fifteen or
sixteen years old, just finishing my tenth or eleventh year
of high school. I don't remember slash can't do the math,
and needed my own income to supply myself with copious
amounts of vanilla and lemon flavored vodka. And it says
I literally winced while writing that for the summer.
Speaker 1 (19:27):
Ahead, vanilla vodka is really upsetting me.
Speaker 2 (19:30):
Right now, I accidentally ordered a drink reasily with vanilla vodka,
and as soon as I took a sip, I was
just like transported to it year. It was awful. It
was awful. It's disgusting. So every kid in my hometown
either worked at one of two places, the local restaurant
or the grocery store. I was too scared of breaking
change again the math, so I never applied to the
restaurant and got myself a job at the grocery store's
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produce department. I have it there too, Girl, you have
to go have a produce department. You're stack in banana.
I should just like yeah, no math. The jobs were
broken down by department. Most of my friends were hired
to work in the bakery or at the front till well,
I was blessed with a job of stalking fruits and veggies,
perhaps the easiest of the departments, or so I thought,
I bet there's like a little customer service that goes
along with that, for sure, you know.
Speaker 1 (20:13):
Which you have to help people pick ripe things.
Speaker 2 (20:15):
I bet there's not a lot of people.
Speaker 3 (20:17):
Though.
Speaker 2 (20:17):
I would never ask anything to a fruit person, could you.
I wouldn't never bother a fruit vegetable person.
Speaker 1 (20:23):
Not unless they were like I think I did it
one time because he was already doing stuff. Yeah, and
it was like, can you help me pick a ripe mango?
Speaker 2 (20:31):
Okay? My ships consisted of lifting heavy boxes full of bananas, potatoes,
what have you, putting them on a wheeling cart, and
stalking the shelves for anything that needed replenishing. That's how
that works. Every so often I had to put together
salads or wrap cobs of corn in a five piece package,
all caps. Truly exciting stuff. You can bet your butts
that most of my ships started with me violently hungover,
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sneaking off to the giant freezers to regain life, or
trying not to throw up at the smell of rotting potatoes.
Literally the worst smell. Prove me wrong.
Speaker 1 (21:02):
I spent so much time in my twenties hungover and
trying to make it through.
Speaker 2 (21:06):
Yeah, like I have gone into a giant freezer to
see if it helps for the hangover before I know
that sensation. Yeah, it does work a little bit. I
bet one of those hungover six thirty am mornings of
my youth was a memorable one. I used to stay
up all night. We'd go to a rave, I'd be
on drugs, and then I'd go into the bakery that
morning at six thirty bakery. I worked at the local bakery,
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and I was like, I could still hear the techno
in my fucking brain.
Speaker 1 (21:31):
Yeah, you're just you're reverberating with the experience. Did they
know that that's what you were doing? Or they were
just like.
Speaker 2 (21:38):
I mean, I was like fifteen. I just looked great
and acted great and could do anything. I was never tired,
not like now anyway. While rinsing off romaine lettuce in
the giant sinks, I noticed a spider crawling up the
wall just one foot away from my head. If I
hadn't been so hungover, I would have screamed and run
in the other direction, but instead I lazily grabbed the
box that let us came in and smashed the spawn
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of Satan in to the wall. After cleaning up the
demon's remains, I noticed some familiar markings on the spider's body,
all caps. What they don't tell you when you're hired
in the produce section is that you may come across
tropical species that have traveled with the tropical fruit. This
is why you don't bring Costco boxes into your like
you know they give those to you to pack your groceries.
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Don't bring those into your house.
Speaker 1 (22:23):
Because there's spiders.
Speaker 2 (22:24):
Yes, yes, I wasn't shown this binder of species until
I was the whole binder of species. That's how many
until I was literally holding a black widow spider in
a kleenex to show my boss. I was flinging all
sorts of boxes of fruit left and right without any thought,
not knowing that a friggin' scorpion could be hiding with
the grapes and bananas. Anyways, the black widow is put
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in a jar and saved as a reminder to any
new staff that you may run into a poisonous insect
while on the job, and to be mindful. I'd like
to think my hangover for allowing me to not give
a fuck about a spider crawling up the wall. Had
I not had those double shots of vodka the night before.
Who knows where that spider would have ended up. That's
all stay sexy and know that the produce section may
(23:07):
be the easiest of the jobs at the grocery store,
but is also the scariest. Adele she her.
Speaker 1 (23:13):
Wow, Adele, you really lived through something. Now here's my thing.
We had black widow spiders around a lot growing up.
Speaker 2 (23:20):
I bet you did, because you had lived out in
the country.
Speaker 1 (23:22):
It was like barn stuff.
Speaker 2 (23:23):
Yeah.
Speaker 1 (23:24):
So when she was like about to describe the spider,
I'm like, here we go. It's a poisonous to Randula,
It's like it's the spider you see all the time.
Speaker 2 (23:31):
I barely seen one, really well. I've seen a lot
in one place, but not a lot in places.
Speaker 1 (23:38):
It is really jarring when you see it and you
see the little red hour glass, like it's real.
Speaker 2 (23:43):
It's so scary, all that part. Yeah, because it's just
like your whole life. You're brought up being like danger, yes,
and it's there.
Speaker 1 (23:49):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (23:50):
Not a fan.
Speaker 1 (23:50):
We don't like danger. Ladies and gentlemen. We never have
on this podcast, and I don't think we ever will.
Speaker 2 (23:55):
But write us about your dangerous things. That you run into.
Speaker 1 (23:58):
That's the kind of danger we like.
Speaker 2 (23:59):
Yes, secondhand right at my Favorite Murder at Gmail. Thank
you guys so much for listening and.
Speaker 1 (24:04):
Stay sexy, don't get murdered.
Speaker 2 (24:06):
Goodbye, Elvis, Do you want to cookie?
Speaker 1 (24:16):
This has been an Exactly Right production.
Speaker 2 (24:18):
Our senior producers are Alle Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Speaker 1 (24:21):
Our editor is Aristotle las Veda.
Speaker 2 (24:23):
This episode was mixed by Leona Scolacci.
Speaker 1 (24:25):
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Speaker 2 (24:28):
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Speaker 2 (24:35):
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