While going through paramedic school, the stereotype being thrown around was always a good ol' southern fella with a rockin' mullet, an affinity for gas station tacos, and an addiction to caffeine. The only thing I needed was the mullet. Enter the "Rural Medic", a beautiful mix of business in the front with a rager in the back. Between the natural curl I get from my mom (love you mom) and the perm my hairdresser threw in, my mullet achieved a level of notoriety that can't be matched. Many of the nurses in the area I work don't know my name solely because the 'do makes "Niall" sound a lot like "Mullet Medic."

Jokes aside, this mullet brought around a new level of confidence that I didn't have before. The biggest flex I have since the mullet came into power is that a lot of my patients are pulled out of the ambulance with at least a grin on their face.