Since I am one of the old timers here - I figure there is no harm in my repeating stories the way my grandfather used to do it - and each time like it's BRAND NEW! ;)
My wife and I had been married for just about a year. We had been trying to get together with my wife's friends and her boyfriend for almost the whole time we were married and we finally got the scheduling together. My work hours had been a little nutty and my sugars were bouncy t' match. I'd probably have tried to cancel but- it had been so tough to get us all out in the first place...
So there we were, two couples at a very nice restaurant seated right in the center of the establishment. It was a beautiful night, the ladies looked fabulous and everyone was in a good mood. I could tell I was slowing down but I figured they'd be serving bread soon and I'd be okay. My wife asked me to test. I told her I thought I'd be okay for a few minutes. I was getting quiet and she finally insisted that I test. Well, I was low (36 as I'd find out shortly) - but first... I had to open my medicool case - and... yes - my syringes flew everywhere. I had just filled it so there were 12-16 syringes that went flying out across the floor. If you ever need to see what your wait staff will look like when they feel they can't say a word, this is apparently the way to do it. They came rushing over when they saw I'd dropped something... oddly, nobody wanted to help pick anything up (well - nobody except of course, my wife), LOL
My wife's friend's date is a nurse and he got quite a kick out of the entire event...
All in all it was a good night...
Cheers!
A-D
Anyone else ever have a supplies "ooops?"