Oh my gosh. I can’t believe I’ve never told the “I know CPR!” story here. It’s something Steven and I still laugh about. 

When I got certified for CPR, I was pretty jazzed about it. I was ready to use my new skillz at a moment’s notice! I am here to help, yo!!!!!!!!!!!

The same day I got certified, Steven, his brother (Andrew), and I were flying to NYC. The seats listed on our tickets weren’t together, so we went to the gate counter to ask the attendant if they could get us all in the same row.

“We only have one row available to put you in, and it’s the emergency exit row. In the case of an emergency, are you willing to help?”

Before Steven or Andrew could respond, I blurted out, “I know CPR!!!”*

Buah ha ha.

The attendant gave me the most derpitty, “wtf?!” look ever.

“Um, okay, that’s great.”

“Yeah, we’re willing to help,” Steven said.

“Okay, here are your new tickets.”

Phew. At least I wasn’t so derpitty we weren’t allowed to sit together.

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Steven was just dying at my “I know CPR!” proclamation, for the rest of that day. And while we were in NYC (there were many random blurt outs of “I know CPR!” during that trip). And, would you believe it… it still comes up now! Ha ha.

I am getting re-certified in May. I wonder if I will be as excited about it this time?!

*Steven would like to add that he is pretty sure I said this in a derpitty voice.