At my first job, the cohabitants of my desk pod and I would often ask each other hypothetical questions to pass the time. One afternoon, a pregnant woman I worked with was asked which co-worker she'd pick to deliver her baby if, hypothetically, the elevator broke while she was on her way home, trapping her inside, and then her water broke. 

She immediately picked me, which caused quite a stir around the office and brought her judgment into question. 

Yet, when pressed for reasoning, she defended her choice, "Nothing seems to faze Sean. I feel like he's seen some shit." 

Besides being a hypothetical midwife, I'm also an undefeated professional Muay Thai fighter (1-0), a washed up hockey player, a terrible dancer, and a Copywriter at VCCP New York.