We went to a friend's birthday party last night. As so often happens on birthdays, his mother related to us the story of the birthday boy's birth. And that story went something like this: The car broke down on the way to the hospital; they called an ambulance; the ambulance took awhile to arrive; she ended up giving birth in the ambulance.
It makes for a good story now, but I don't think anyone was laughing then. And I don't think this is a birth story I really care to emulate. Except the happy ending where they had a healthy baby. That part, I could live with.