As is customary with any trip or vacation, I recently came back from New York with a mysterious injury! The resulting limp has me racing about town at the pace of a developmentally-challenged snail.
Today, I was limping from the Federal Building to a decrepit parking lot (where my car patiently awaits burglary every afternoon) when a gentleman who was sitting in front of the Jackson County courthouse noticed my sad little gait.
"Hey baby how you doin?"
"Uh, pretty good," I replied.
"Well if you doin good why you walkin like that?"
"Oh, just some kind of a knee injury," I replied.
"Baby," he intoned, flashing a gold tooth amidst a sea of pearly whites, "I can help you out with that."
Visions of impending doom, aka my medical insurance running out July 31st, flashed before my eyes.
"Oh.....?" I trailed off.
"It's goin' involve some coughin!"
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