Apocalypse Now in the Ass

I never had a real disaster of a date, but one time on a first date, we went to this place near the ocean with a short walk down to a little beach with a really nice view. Across the path was a chain hanging about a foot off the ground. I thought I’d be dashing, so I mocked it and said something like “Silly chain, you can’t stop me!” and then proceeded to try and jump over it, and instead catch my foot on it and face plant.

We were together for three years before circumstances forced us amicably apart.

I was on a space station that looked remarkably like cubicle hell working with a whole bunch of people I didn’t know, and we were all terrified to even look at each other because of a social or informational plague that had wiped out a large swathe of humanity where if you ever got to know someone well, something vague and horrible would happen to both parties. We were there together to find either the cause or the cure, but of course were under tight restrictions to avoid getting to know each other at all and were all following directions emitted by a PA system with a droning voice telling us what to do.

I’ve never worked in cubicle hell. I love my job and have a healthy social life.