Had a friend who was a trucker for awhile. According to him, the sketchiest runs he ever had to make was restocking a Dollar General in a tiny town which was deeeeeeep in the Appalachians. Apparently every time he stopped there and started unloading, half the town would just gather around and stare at him. Said it felt like something out of Deliverance.

I coached gymnastics at a very highly competitive gym. One of my duties was to select and train the youngest talent for compulsory team training.

Parents caught on to what I was doing when I pulled kids from rec classes and got all nail biting excited, but never confronted me if I didn't pursue a kid for higher training.

Until one high powered exec mom did: yelling in the lobby that I was blind, couldn't see Suzy's talent, her somersault (!) is better than all the other 5yr olds in class, we should be training her for free because did we know her soccer coach thinks she's a STAR. A STAR. I told her competitive gymnastics is a family commitment, and while Suzy is great, her family is what didn't make the cut.