Worst? My mom forgetting to pick me up from Drill. I was in the LA ARNG before moving to MS and transferring there. One weekend, can't remember if it was the Saturday or Sunday, I stood waiting and waiting and waiting. On my birthday none the less!

One thing I do hate now is getting something for my birthday. My wife is all like what do you want and I'm like nothing and she's all like no you got to get something and I'm like I'll buy it myself. Or.... Maybe you could do something for me...