The Gravitron. Every time that shitty parking lot carnival showed up in the summer, I begged to go on the Gravitron because looked so cool. It was bright, it was loud, it was fast without going up and down on a track and triggering my fear of heights and speed. I had no idea what…
Funny story. It was my turn to pick the Saturday night movie. I wanted to put on Horns. I got my boney protuberances confused. What I ended up putting on was Tusk. And that’s the story of how I lost my movie picking privileges for a week.
I have a total love/hate relationship with Facebook’s “Memories” function. On one hand, it’s fun for me to see some of the things I’ve posted over the last ten years, usually involving some of my more colorful patients. On the other hand, sometimes a post can immediately bring me right back to something I don’t…