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That was the moment when I realized how cool my life is. I was trying to hit on a guy and was being interrupted by the president of the United States.
by Mindy Kaling
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Mindy Kaling reflects on an amusing and surreal moment in her life when she was attempting to flirt with a guy, only to be interrupted by none other than the president of the United States. This experience struck her as a significant realization of how extraordinary her life had become. It highlights the unexpected intersections of personal life and larger events that can happen in anyone’s journey.

This instance serves as a humorous reminder of the unpredictability of life and how moments of embarrassment or awkwardness can also be reason for celebration. Kaling’s narrative emphasizes embracing those surprising moments that define our experiences and shape our unique stories, making her realize just how remarkable her life truly is.

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