This isn’t my first argument with a passive/aggressive project manager.
This isn’t the first time I’ve considered getting into jazz.
This isn’t the first time I’ve gone into an American Girl store by myself.
This isn’t the first time I’ve said something vaguely racist then looked quickly over my shoulder.
This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed how much my wife looks like my mother.
This isn’t the first time I’ve thought of two animals and then wondered which one would win in a fight.
This isn’t the first time I’ve felt vaguely embarrassed by or disappointed in something somebody just said.