I went by the hospital this afternoon for my "pre-employment drug screening" -- aka "the piss test" -- for the ambulance authority. (To be referred to in the future as AA, if for no other reason that to make newcomers wonder if I work with a bunch of drunks.) In a rare moment of urinary perfection, the lab technician asked for about one inch of fluid in the cup. Although I didn't have a ruler with me, I think I gave her exactly an inch with no need to physically provide more. Sadly, there was no gold star for my perfection.
On my way out of the parking lot, can you guess what came on the radio? Chumbawamba. Tubthumping. Yes, the "pissing the night away" song. Perfect.