Educating Our Youth
After my first workout at the gym on day one of Broken Wrist Boot Camp (please note: this is a satirical title), I stopped on the way home to pick up some lunch.The guy at the counter was a fresh-faced kid, in his early twenties (or younger). As I ordered, I added an item right at the end, but he didn't hear me. I repeated myself, and he said, shrugging, "Sorry--I have selective hearing sometimes."
"If you're married, that could come in handy," I said. Standard guy marriage humor.
"Oh, I'm not married," he said, "but I know all about it. I almost got married twice."
"That's like saying you almost got shot," I said.
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