Towards the end of my time working in a call center for AT&T in 2009, there was a day when I was riding a transfer to another office, my phone muted while whoever the customer was supposed to be talking to in the first place actually fixed their problem. I had my headset disconnected, the cord hidden in my hand so that I wasn’t breaching their privacy and was reminiscing about the days when I was a teenager working in a truck stop. I thought back to that time I thought someone had dropped a candy bar on the floor of the bathroom only to discover it was actually a half a Baby Ruth sized turd, laying about two feet in front of the toilet. When I told people the story, I called it “The Reverse Caddyshack.”

This is like that, but in reverse.

A Double Reverse Caddyshack, if you will.

The fact that I had this moment while being taught how to treat one of our elderly resident’s hemorrhoids might be a sign that I’ve made a good career decision.