A man robbed a bank in Southfield, Michigan in March, 2009. The police were called and a high speed chase ensued. In his panic to escape capture, the man accidentally pulled into the parking lot of the Southfield police station. Quick thinker that he is, the man disguised himself hoping he could elude police. He did this by drawing a goatee on his face with a permanent Sharpie marker. Don't believe me? Here's a picture.
This happened two months ago and I still laugh every time I think about it! Can you believe the police were still able to recognize him?
The next item happened at my house. My son was looking for a part time job, so I was trying to help by scanning the classified section of the local newspaper. I found a job I thought he might like so I circled it. Our paper offers ads highlighted in yellow, so I used a blue pen to make it stand out.
When my son came home from school, I told him to look at the paper I had left on the counter. He picked it up and gave me a strange look, and then asked me if I was serious. I said I was and he continued to look puzzled. Thinking I may have accidentally circled the wrong ad, I took the paper from him and immediately saw what had him confused. I had folded the paper in half and the ad I had circled was on the underside and not visible. The ad he looked at was the only one highlighted on the upper half of the page. It read something like this: "Financially secure couple unable to have children and looking to adopt. We would like to provide a loving home for your child. All expenses will be paid in cash."
He thought we were putting him up for adoption!
This last item happened last fall while my daughter was recovering from the flu. She had developed some severe side effects, so we took her to the doctor. He wanted her to have some blood work done and sent us to the hospital to have it taken care of.
The technician that was working was young and probably somewhat new to the job. She was extremely friendly and patient and tried hard to put my daughter at ease. It was all for nothing, though, because my daughter freaked out when she saw the needles and tubes. She started crying and screaming "No!" and refused to hold her arm out. In the end, it took myself and two other techs to hold her still and get the blood drawn (she's amazingly strong for her size!).
My daughter's face was a wreck with tears so I said to my husband, "Honey, would you get a tissue out of the outside pocket of my purse?" The young tech was so flustered by the whole ordeal that she said "Okay" and reached for my purse. When she realized that she wasn't "honey" she put my purse back down. Everyone in the room laughed and it was the tension breaker we all needed.