Before I show this to you, I want you to understand who wrote it. A former patient and friend of mine who now lives in Texas sent this to me. I want you to picture him:
He's about 50 with long silver hair and matching long mustache. He's solid and strong and towers over me. I used to get a crick in my neck when I spoke to him. I will confess here and now that when I first met him, I was terrified. He looks like he eats nails for breakfast. But of course looks may be deceiving. He is one of the kindest, smartest, most wonderful men I've ever been fortunate enough to call friend. He's direct, dry, quick-witted as lightening, and opinionated...but I luv Luv LUV dis' guy! I miss his face. Thank you Chuck...for letting me borrow you for a minute.
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car . . . and you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it . . he was a DWARF!
He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says,
"I AM NOT HAPPY!"
So, I look down at him and simply say, "Well, which one are you then?"
. . . and that's when the fight started . . .
I simply envision the "fight" consisting of my gentle giant of a pal hoisting the dwarf up under his arm and holding him kicking and screaming until the cops arrive while havin' a smoke to pass the time.
Hope you smiled. Thanks for stopping by.
