Well, I was talking to my cousin the other day, and when we were 15, she was 13, we were on vacation together, and because we were the two girls, and they -- we were in a cabin with so many -- only so many bedrooms, we were sleeping in the bedroom together. And we were on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and we were having a great vacation. My cousins, the two boys, were in the room next to us, and my aunt and uncle and my mom and dad were in the other bedrooms. And we were having a terrible, terrible thunderstorm, and of course, along the Atlantic Ocean, and the thunder and lightning was huge.  My cousin, who was 15 also, put a lampshade on his head, and came into our bedroom moaning and groaning like a zombie or something like that. Holding his hands out in front of -- going, "I am the --  I am the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse. I am here to light up the room." And then there would be a big thing of thunder and lightning. And then he would go on. "I am scary. I am a lightning strike." And he went on and on and on. And my cousin and I, at first, we were scared to death, and then we started laughing ‘cause we knew what he was doing and it was so funny.  He died several years ago at a young age and we miss him a lot, but I talked to his sister and his brother on Friday, and we were laughing about that particular prank that he pulled on us and how my aunt finally came in and said, "I don't know what you're doing in here, but I'm trying to sleep!" And yelled at him, and dragged him back to the other bedroom and said, "Get out of the girls' bedroom and go to bed!"

Oh my gosh, I tried a jalapeño pepper for the first time ever at work. So one of my co-workers walked up to me and she was like, "Would you try a jalapeño donut?” And I was like, "Well, I've never had a jalapeño before." And she's like, "All these losers say that they wouldn't try it, and that's so boring." And, you know, this specific co-worker has been calling me, like, the most boring and stuck up out of all the co-workers. And I'm like, "Okay, you know what? I feel like I might try anything once." And when I said this, I didn't, like, think that she actually had jalapeño donuts or anything. I just, like, was saying it to try to seem cool, or whatever. So my co-worker picks up her bag of mini donuts and she gets a jalapeño, like one of the ones from the nachos, and takes it out of the fridge and puts it on the donut and says, "Here, eat it." And, like, at this point, I am in way too far to back out of this thing. Like, I have to eat it or else I'm gonna seem like a total loser. So I just put the whole thing in my mouth, and I tried my first jalapeño ever on a donut, and oh my gosh, it was nasty.  I'm not really a spicy foods person, like, at all, but here I was, eating this jalapeño donut. And I feel like it made it a little bit better than it was with the donut. It's like one of those chocolate frosted mini donuts, and I think the sweetness helped a little bit, but I drank a lot of soda after that. And it's not something I'm looking to do in the near future, but like, hey, at least I'm not the boring co-worker now.

Have you ever had any bad parking stories? This is actually a very deep shame that I have carried with me for a very long time that I've never -- I don't know if I've ever told any- -- I think I've told somebody this, but I don't, I don't remember. Um, I -- I made the wrong decision -- two times made the wrong decision, and I regret what I did. I would not do it the same way again.  And I'm not going to give any specifics here, but I will say I was -- I was probably 20 years old and I was pulling -- I was speeding around in my car. And I was pulling into a parking spot in a parking lot really quick ‘cause I was driving really fast and, like, feeling the adrenaline. I pulled into this parking spot like vroom, really quick, but I misjudged and I hit the car that was parked in the next parking spot and dented the door, like, really bad. And uh, and I saw what I did and I said, “Oh no. That's not good.” And instead of writing a note and leaving my name and number, I pulled out of the parking spot, and I drove to the other side of the parking lot and parked over there.

I don't get stopped by the police very often, and years ago, I worked at a drugstore. And of course, I always got stuck working the weekends and the holidays. Well, this particular holiday was the Fourth of July. Our city has an absolute huge Fourth of July celebration. There can easily be 250,000 people or more that flock to this area, so I didn't really mind working because I don't like crowds, there’s too many people, and I'm shorter than everybody else is. So I didn't go and I stayed at work. People came in and they bought munchies and beer and all kinds of things that they needed to go downtown to watch the fireworks festival. The fireworks festival usually starts at, like, 10 after 10, so it's dark. So it was just getting ready to start by the time I went home On the way home every day, and on the way to work every day, for many, many, many years, I have to stop at the railroad tracks because there might be a train coming, right? So on my way home there is a neighbor that puts on the most manic fireworks show you could ever think a person could put on. This fireworks -- I have to say, tens of thousands of dollars is what this person spends in fireworks. They have so many fireworks that at the end -- well, the next day, the fifth of July, very, very neatly stacked on the edge of the streets are boxes filled with empty mortars. So this particular day -- night, I'm driving home, and I see all of these fireworks and the booms were loud. I was just thinking about driving past all the sparks and everything. I just wanted to get home. And behind me there was a police car, and his lights went off. I did not think twice about it because certainly, you cannot have this kind of firework display in the city. Come to find out, he was stopping me. Why? Because I didn't even stop at the railroad tracks. I was kind of horrified because it's something that I do every single day, every time I go that way. It's just automatic to stop at the railroad tracks. So the policeman pulled me over and the first thing he did was he asked -- oh no. Do you know what?…