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I worked with the guy. He ran 10 miles a day. She was visiting from out of state so naturally I wanted to impress her by getting absolutely fucking shitfaced all to Jesus and challenge this guy to a sprint down the street. I made it about 2 1/2 steps before gracefully executing a face splat in the asphalt. She cleaned me up and bandaged me and for some reason beyond comprehension is still my lady - that was April of 1985.
Oh, to make matters worse (yes, that's possible), the party I was holding was to celebrate my exit from a tyrannical company that shall rename nameless and I was starting my new job the Monday after the party (Friday, Saturday, who knows - something like that). So, I showed up to work at my new job with a huge fucking bandage taped to the side of my face. "Funny, but I don't remember him having that bandage when I interviewed him." <- not an actual quote, but a likely one.
The history of such things way predates that event, but that's the first of many she experienced.
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