Today, Pops sent me an email, all in bold caps, with the subject: BIRTHDAY.
HAPPY 27TH B'DAY ROB! POPSThank you, Pops. However, I was born in 1985. This is actually my 26th birthday. The only father figure I've regularly had throughout my life is apparently a little bad at math, or just doesn't know when I was born.
Other moment, though not birthday related, was during my pre-employment drug screen.
Tech: Sir, you understand this is a urine sample, right?
Tech: Are you prepared to donate right now?
If you've read my blog from the beginning, you'll understand that I likely have some sort of bladder problem, since I pee constantly throughout the day. My answer was truthful, but it made an already tense situation more awkward. He just gave me a funny look as if he didn't quite catch what I said but didn't want to ask me to repeat it. It's like I force these interesting moments in my life now.
Always prepared to pee,