My Secret Talent
I always know I’ve had too much to drink when I get the urge to arm wrestle strangers.
It all started in 3rd grade (the arm wrestling, not the drinking). My 5th grade brother and I would get to school early. We would hang out in the front lobby, and he would bet his friends a quarter that his little sister could beat them in arm wrestling.
I never lost a match.
After that, arm wrestling became my secret skill.
I organized arm wrestling tournaments during lunch in junior high.
I arm wrestled my dates in high school.
And in college, Even Steven would occasionally let me arm wrestle the incoming fraternity pledges.
What can I say? I was a great arm wrestler!
I’m pretty sure it was all that Crisco I ate growing up.