It was January 1993. I was a junior at
Harvard.
I was supposed to have a urine sample taken (for health insurance purposes? I don't recall). But it was such a snowy day that they called and left a message saying they'd have to come some other time.
My roommate heard the message.
So he plotted.
He woke me up and said, "Tom, they can't come take your sample today. But they have a friend named Jeff who works at BayBank [a now defunct bank chain]. If you can get your sample to him by noon, he can take it for you."
Like an idiot, I complied.
I took a (non-sterile) Dixie cup and went into the bathroom.
"You're supposed to write your Social Security number on it!" I heard him yell.
I came out,
put a piece of paper with an elastic on the top, slipped my workboots on, and proceeded to trudge through the snow, holding this steaming cup.
When I arrived at the bank and asked for Jeff, I was given a note: "Dear Tom, Go back to sleep. Your friends, etc."
Amazing someone with an IQ above 75 had fallen for that.
The following year, they somehow managed to get me to bring a urine sample to yet another location: they convinced me that a professor was running an endocrinological experiment and that students could earn $15 for a urine sample and filling out a 10-minute questionnaire.
These days, I'm so jaded that when my own doctor asks for a urine sample I look at him and say, "Nice
try, pal."
Can you believe what I was willing to do for a lousy $15?
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No urine necessary.
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Get your workboots on and trudge on over to the link:
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