I was told to look menacing...

but instead it looks like I'm smelling poop.

This is a still from the upcoming third-year resident skit featuring cameos by me and Steve. I haven't seen it yet...

DMV couldn't break me and other Wednesday highlights

It got really close. I got to the "eye-rolling and swearing under my breath" stage but kept it together in the end.

Owen discovered mid-day yesterday that he had worn 2 pairs of underwear to school. He was so tired in the morning that he reports putting one pair on top of the other. I'm pretty sure that's never happened to me.

Then, at the VA, I met a lovely couple. The man was 94, the woman maybe a little younger. They ballroom dance and play tennis. The woman repeatedly told me the dancing was "very vigorous" til I finally had to say "oh, very vigorous!" since "oh, I see" hadn't completed the conversational exchange to her satisfaction.

Taunted by Teens

Why do teens taunt me? Wait...don't answer that.

They must smell fear, and everyone knows I fear teens. I once went to Krauzer's instead of Dairy Queen because there was a pack of teens at the DQ. If you don't know what Krauzer's is, suffice it to say they don't sell blizzards and peanut buster parfaits.

Anyway, I was getting in my car, trying to look unassuming, when some teens must've spotted me trying a little too hard and one of them shouted out the bus window, "Hey -- how many degrees you got?" Going with my first instinct -- which is a bad idea 50% of the time, it's just impossible to predict which 50% -- I said "2." Then, teen said, "Keep up the good work... one day you'll be as smart as me." Was that really taunting? Taunting can only be judged by the tauntee and I'll definitely say he was trying to taunt me.

This ranks well below teens shouting at me as I was jogging, "Run, Forrest, Run!" and the time a teen (OK, he was a preteen) threw a milkshake on my car for no good reason prompting me to chase him down the cobblestone streets of Manayunk in borrowed boots.