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 the elevator broke while she was on her way home, trapping her inside, and then her water broke. 

She immediately picked (22-year-old) 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 72andSunny New York working on Google.