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Behind my desk at every job I ever had; in meetings; on the toilet.
Scariest was behind the wheel of a car. I'd been driving for 14 hours, it was after midnight and I had 70 miles to go. I had two mountain ranges to cross before I hit my destination, the San Francisco Bay. I topped the first range -- and there was the San Francisco Bay. I'd blanked out and essentially sleep-drove for 50 miles. Good thing traffic was light.
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