Who else do you know who can take an everyday
malady
like “the cold” and turn it into a goddamn sitcom?
Nobody,
that’s who. Apparently my sole purpose in life
is to amuse
the world with a plethora of non-lethal medical
complications.
Listen, people, and listen good. If you run into
somebody who
has lost his voice, it doesn’t mean that he is
also deaf. SHOUTING
at me is not necessary. I hear you just fine.
I just can’t muster
the vocal strength to tell you to shut your cakehole.
I was at a restaurant with my lovely wife.She
explained to the
waitress that I lost my voice, so she would do
the ordering.
After she ordered our food, the waitress turned
to me and
bellowed slowly, “WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRINK”
while performing an exaggerated pantomime of
drinking.
Why is there never a cricket bat handy when I
really need one?