There was only less than 15 minutes left and I couldn't put off the essay question any longer. If they didn't ask for the MOST unexplainable incident in your life so far, it wouldn't be this hard to decide. So screw it! Just go with the pulling out in front of an 18 wheeler, no, how about getting caught on the phone with her only a day before leaving for Dreamland, no, how about having the maintenance worker walk in on us while dry humping on the roof of my job, no, how about getting busted in the parking lot after starting a new job and signing a statement - wait, why is this all about getting in trouble and not just unexplainable? Maybe in my mind I can explain everything else except slipping up and getting caught. Maybe that's where the PTSD is rooted, but why go there when the clock is ticking and the need here is to show essay-writing skills. Mildred slinked into the backroom where Dave was waiting in a hootchy-cootchy frame of mind. When Mildred shut the door behind her, Dave grasped her waist and pulled her towards - - wait, wait this isn't close to what's needed to complete this assignment. Go back, - it was the first celebratory banquet for reaching the sales quota for the year (thinking it was $5 million) and Dave is waiting at the bar to put in his drink order when Ellen Van Cleef walks up next to him and he gazes at the lime colored cloth connecting the bustline of her dress with the back of her neck but open just enough to show the side of her breast. We're talking about Ellen about whom he fantasized everyday when her talked on the phone about her paperwork . . . NO! Knock off this R-rated rambling. Maybe a better version would be the 7th grade slam-books, where someone with those marble cover composition books passes them around and you sign your name on the 1st page against a number then you put your answer on each page signing with that number on things like "your favorite movie" or "the cutest girl in the class" and everyone puts 2 or 3 word answers and I write three sentences qualifying my answers (we all need to be brought up to speed with a little background info). So here's what's unexplainable - coasting thru your first 50 years then getting an assignment that includes a living wage in perpetuity, 52 weeks/year vacation and no deliverables. I'm just a bad boy- oy-oy-oy all dressed up in fancy clothes..