Sometimes my multi-interest black ops takes the form of fiasco that comes from no other source than commonplace mediocrity and a series of mildly ill gotten circumstance, but I know that there is a highly paid operative sitting in front of a computer screen somewhere, patently crafting my downfall. Here’s a tale of a sneaker sole, a blood donation, a an exercise routine, a shopping trip gone-not terribly wrong, or even slightly wrong-just a bit sour enough to place me in a resting state of discomfort and disadvantage. And probably to trick me into having to share some deeply personal information in order to convey the intention of this specific anecdote.

This episode includes a bonus feature possible false memory at the beginning.