Have you ever analyzed a word to the point it sounds like a non-word? You say and think and ponder it as a word apart from its definition so darn much that it sounds like foreign jibberish.
Some words are just gross in nature without over-analysis. Like wart. It just sounds nasty the first time. It sounds even nastier when combined with its meaning. Grotesque beings have warts. Toads sport warts. Diseased unhygenic people are covered in warts. Little kids who pick noses have warts.
Worse than having a wart is having a wart frozen off. They tell you it'll hurt, and it does, and they tell you it'll blister, and it does. They don't tell you how big the blisters will get or how much they'll hurt or how disgustingly they will ruin your aesthetics. They don't tell you you'll feel like someone who got in a fight with a rabid feline, only satiated by your hand flesh. They don't tell you people will look at you like you're a leper. But in 2 to 3 weeks, you may or may not have any warts left.
To top off the wart removal situation, which topped the having warts situation, working at a bakery with bandaged hands raw from recent removal is just about as fun as eating sandpaper with no hands. Especially when the raw flesh is present on parts of the hands that bend a lot...and have a lot of pressure applied to them...and are easy to knock on things. This is just the best experience ever. You should try it yourself.
To make it all even more enjoyable, the tetanus shot on your arm in fine now, but they tell you it'll make you wish you were armless tomorrow, and your blisters from the warts probably will be worse and Tylenol will be your main source of comfort.
They just don't tell you. That it'll hurt to even type this out.
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