Somewhat related to the Marine phone call:
I got a call from an army recruiter.
He said he wanted to see if I were interested in the ROTC or something like that. Said I should come down to the barracks for a workout with the army guys, and see what army life was about -- he felt that I was a perfect man for the army -- young, strong, willing to serve...etc.
Then I said, "By the way, I'm a diabetic."
His response, after a moment of awkward silence, "Oh. I see. Well, good luck with that... click."
I suppose the army wouldn't want a diabetic with a low blood sugar reaction with an automatic machine gun in his hands after all...
-Z-man.