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I have a high pain threshold but zero tolerance for itching. When I think about itching, my skin starts to crawl and tingle (I’m pausing in the typing of this to scratch my neck). When I see before/after style advertising for allergy relief medication, my eyes start to water and my nose itches during the “before” part; and I experience genuine relief during the “after.”
I don’t know how to drive a car.
My terrible eyesight as a kid went undetected for years because I used to cheat on the eye exam at school. I didn’t want to fail a test, so I’d memorize what the kids in front of me said and repeat it back when it was my turn.
I’m a vegetarian (but not a vegan).
One of the principal cast members of Lord of the Rings used to have a picture of the two of us on his refrigerator.
I’m seriously considering going to Thailand to teach English for six months, either later this year or next year.
I once got stuck overnight at King’s Cross in London because the Tube had stopped running for the night (miscalculation on my part; I forgot about the time change) and no cab would take me where I wanted to go, sticking to the excuse that they didn’t know the address even when I walked over to the 24 hour newsstand and bought an A-Z street guide. I was twice mistaken for a prostitute (very polite solicitations) and then became the de facto info booth for other tourists because, after hours with nothing to do but read the posted signs, I knew pretty much everything anyone would want to know about the station.
I have weather-related asthma (it’s often tough for me to breathe in high humidity).
I’ve eaten snow from the top of a glacier in New Zealand.
The nursery school I went to was next door to a planetarium, so we went on a lot of field trips there. I thought the projector was an engine and it was years before I finally understood I’d never really been to outer space.
I don’t know why I think this, except for maybe my own massive guilt for missing it myself, but I have a funny kind of feeling that Kevin’s the first person who’s wished Clyde a happy birthday all day.
Not that Clyde’s other friends forgot or anything. Maybe they’re having a surprise thing for him later on.
Whatever the circumstances, Kevin definitely made Clyde’s day right here.