One wife labor story (kids are older, and i'm more mature).
1. Wife wants to shop. We park the car and agree to meet up later. I run to a friend's house nearby to watch a game and smoke one. She goes into labor while in the restroom of a department store. I get a call after I inhale from someone using her cell phone. I take another drag and run back to the shopping center, slowly walk wife back to the car, get in, drive to the hospital.
One 6 degrees of separation story.
2. Wife wants me to pace her for the last 1/2 of marathon. She had left early to get to the race and I stayed behind to wait for the sitter (2 kids later). Sitter comes, I know I can't find decent parking so late into the start of the race, but guess what? The friend from the story above lives along the race route. I go to his place, park my car, take a couple of drags, to a warmup and call my wife to locate her on the route. The photo of us running together is on the wall in our hallway. Behind my sunglasses is a secret few know.