I was seeing my second psychiatrist ever... telling my story. I was nervous because, you know, it's a psychiatrist and I'm trying to navigate my dysfunction and he starts yawning.

Finally, he says, "whoa, whoa, wait a minute. I'm so sorry, and this has never happened before, but I think I need to step outside, get some air, get a soda, I'm so sorry."

He excused himself, asked me if I wanted something, went and got a soda, came back, apologized some more and let me start again.

The psychiatrist was falling asleep in the middle of my story. Ha. I know it happens, but it was just awkward at the time... I was thinking my life must be pretty humdrum if it puts the dude to sleep in his chair.