Should you ever be misguided enough to ask for my advice, I always begin with, “Well, I remember the time that. . .”  You’ll roll your eyes & wish you had kept your big mouth shut.  Perhaps you are wondering if you should go on a date with your co-worker. You know the brooding one that always stands just a little too close to you while in line for the fax machine? Yeah, that one.  You decide to ask me about it & for some reason I launch into a story about the time I almost quit the fourth grade talent show, but instead I served up some of the finest Michael Jackson lip-syncing any one clad in a pink tutu has pulled off…