It reminds me of an incident from my freshman year of college. As a reporter from one of our campus newspapers, I was covering a Jello-eating contest. There were separate competitions for males and females, and for some reason there weren't enough female contestants. Now, to be honest, I don;t know why they needed to have a minimum number of contestants (at least, beyond one). If there are only x contestants (with x>0), let them compete. But no. They needed one more. And I was asked to compete. In the women's competition.
Always game, I did it. And I won. For years, I jokingly told friends that I had been the Queens College women's Jell-o-eating champion. Of course, people laughed, and it was all good fun. But now, if I tell people, it takes on a different meaning...
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