There’s so many people in my office that I’m working from a standing position. And no, I’m not a bartender… the office hosts the Quality, IT, Finance and HR departments for a company, has space for about 200 people and there’s over 250 in today.
My chair is being warmed by the ass of a Finance guy.
I can whistle a tune, but I can’t do that whistle-thing with two fingers in your mouth to call someone’s attention.
My upper canine teeth used to be long and sharply pointed, very vampirish (and I am part Transylvanian!). But my dentist filed them down without asking because he “kept cutting myself on them!”
I have a faulty sense of balance / center of gravity. Seriously - my center of gravity is apparently at about chest level. I can’t skate, surf, ski, or waterski. I’m a pretty fair athlete (I played football in college), but sports that require grace and balance, phffffft.
My pubic and facial hair were both bright red until I turned 30. Oddly enough, the day after is when my beard went to a mottled brown and I got a white chest hair.
Oh, and I remember sets of numbers up to 12 at a clip.
I have perfect pitch and I can identify a tone by its note as easily as most people can identify colors. You’d think I’d be a professional or even an amateur musician, composer, songwriter or something where I could put this rare ability to use, but I am none of these, though I have played the trumpet, the guitar and the piano.
I had to have eight impacted wisdom teeth removed.
I haven’t been able to produce armpit hair since I went through my first pregnancy 18 years ago. Not a drawback at all, actually. However, during the same pregnancy I also began growing a single black hair on the top of my left breast, which has to be watched for & plucked out from time to time. All the worse since I am of fair to pale complexion and have light brown or blonde fuzz in the rest of the “hairy” areas of my body, so when it’s there it is noticeable. Interesting trade-off from pregnancy hormones.
I’ve never broken a single one of my bones in my life, & I’ll be 49 next month.
I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue.
–Beck
Was this at the same time or did they grow back or…?
I can snap my fingers with my right hand. I can’t do it with my left.
I’m right handed, but I can only open up stubborn bottles or jars with my left hand.
I can spell like a motherf----r.
I am directionally dyslexic. I will point toward the right but tell someone to turn left. I get disoriented in strange places. I’m always afraid of getting lost, although I have gotten better at the panic.
I can do the alphabet in sign language.
Neither have I, but I’m younger than you.
So can my son.
I can’t whistle too. 
I have dark eyelashes except for a single albino eyelash on the lower lid of my right eye.
For some reason I read this as *fallopian *tubes, and I was trying to figure out how anybody could open their fallopian tubes, and how that could possibly affect the pressure in your ears.
Well, if you put your ear up to–
On second thought, never mind.
Same! Except my first set weren’t impacted. The first 4 were removed about 15 years ago, then four years ago my dentist told me my wisdom teeth would have to come out. They already came out, says I. Not so much, says he, and pointed to my x-rays. He didn’t believe me that I already had them out (in another state, and the doctor had since retired and I couldn’t locate my original file/x-rays). I said, well then maybe the first time they weren’t wisdom teeth, but the last molar. Nope- no evidence of other molars that aren’t still in my mouth.
He said in rare cases there are 2 sets of wisdom teeth.
I’m ambidextrous when it comes to talking or spelling in sign language - I’m strongly lefthanded but I can lead with my right hand almost equally as well as with my left hand. This comes in useful when I’m trying to teach a righty the right way to do a sign.
I can spell better than Samuel L. Jackson, but I’ve never won a spelling bee. 
I can crack my neck, shoulders, wrists, knuckles, spine, ankles, and toes. If you press down on my shoulders when I’m sitting and simultaneously twist, I sound like a bag of popcorn.
I read faster than most people - I devour your average paperback SF/F novel in about 2-3 hours.
My method of touch-typing uses about six to eight fingers and is pretty idiosyncratic, but I usually peg in at about 85-90 wpm.
At the same time. I had 36 teeth!
IMHO:
Yoga: 48, male, tightest hams in the world, should I bother?
Can super-hot people be trusted?
My feet make a lot of popping noises, and always had, ever since I was a child. I can make them pop on command by moving the toes a certain way, and they will also pop when I walk.