I always love it when people tell me stories that start out with, "You are not gonna believe this shit..." And guess what, guys? I have one of those stories. Last Friday, I went in for my post-op appointment after having surgery to remove the hardware from my tibia the week before. It was a glorious Friday, and I was in such a great mood! Ready to hear some good news about how well the surgery went, blah blah blah. But, no. It was not meant to …
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Weirdness Magnet.
I have an odd talent I'm not sure you're aware of. For some reason, wherever I go, weird things find me. Here's an example. I stopped at a red light while making my way home one day and happened to glance over at a guy standing on the corner. He was looking right at me, and we totally made eye contact. Not noteworthy at all, except that he had HALF A MUSTACHE. He had like, a straight-up Reno 911 'stache, except he had shaved off the right half of …
I made it forty years.
You know, just the other night, I was mentioning to a friend that I've never been stung by a bee or a wasp. Because I reached adulthood without ever hitting that milestone, I have spent my life assuming that I was deathly allergic to bees and wasps, and I freaked the hell out whenever I was around them. I had the biggest wasp phobia EVER - in fact, I nearly worked myself into a full panic attack a few years ago trying to get one out of my house. …