Got drug tested the other day. As Fate would arrange it, I come walking back through the waiting room proudly bearing my "specimen" (this is their word for it) past three cute girls who weren't there before. This is one of those situations you just don't foresee. I mean, how do you walk through a room with a cup of your own pee in your hand and maintain some sense of dignity, much less an air of coolness? I guess I should just be glad I didn't trip and spill it on one of them--that would have been about par for the course for a guy like me.
Posted by Alan at May 9, 2003 06:27 AM