Earlier today, I got the following comment from DavidE:
Look at it this way, at least your trip to Mayo is "Pod Free"?
"Oh, yeah!" I thought. "The Pod!" I hadn't even stopped to think about the Pod since the last time it was forced upon me last March. Even when I called up to Mayo to make my appointment, I didn't think about having to use the Pod, which just shows how long it's been. I hate that thing. (For those of you just joining us, The Pee Pod is my affectionate nickname for the container the Mayo Clinic makes me use for my 24-hour urine collection. Yes, a 24-hour urine collection is exactly what it sounds like. It has to be the worst medical test ever. I would rather -- honest to God -- have a bone-marrow biopsy. At least then you get good drugs and cookies.)
Less than an hour later, the mail man stopped by and dropped off ... the Pod.
I always suspected that the Pod had evil, mind-reading powers. Now I know for sure. Beware the Pod.