1. I farted on the reproductive massage guy. Thanks, constipating PIO shots and subsequent excessive fiber intake.
2. I started awake during the acupunk and lunged for my ringing phone (could it be the clinic?), shooting two needles out of my belly and across the room. It wasn't the clinic.
3. A marching band kept walking back and forth down the street under my session room window. Seriously. WTF?
Needless to say, it pained me a little more than usual to fork over my $255 at the end of the session.