Last week, Renee and I met a couple of friends at a local coffee shop (no, not Starbucks) for an evening of enjoyable conversation. During the evening, Mr. Friend and I were talking about various amputee related items, while Renee and Mrs. Friend were talking about something else. Several times I referred to myself as a below-knee amputee. A few minutes later, Mrs. Friend asked me what I meant about my style of amputation. My buddy and I look at each other with quizzical looks, trying to figure out what his wife meant.
She then repeated what she heard (obviously not what I said): that I was a bologna amputee. (insert laugh track here)
You just had to be there.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
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