Jon

lawnrrd: I am reminded of a story involving me and my mother.
lawnrrd: We had just left the office of an orthopedic surgeon we had consulted regarding my damaged right knee.
roadnotes: ooooooookay.

roadnotes: What had happened to it? (Have you told me, and I've spaced it?)
lawnrrd: I tore my right anterior cruciate ligament, and damaged the medial meniscus (which is cartilage) in that same knee, while playing pickup basketball in 11th grade.
lawnrrd: It took 10 years for me eventually to fix it, but that's largely because that's how long it took for medical science to learn how to do it right.
lawnrrd: Anyway . . .
lawnrrd: So we had left the office, and the conversation turned to the origin of my singular sense of humor.
lawnrrd: My mother said, "Well, of course, you got it from me." But then, as I bent over a water fountain in the vestibule, she added, "Although your father had a pretty good sense of humor, too."
lawnrrd: You may have noticed that I cannot resist a straight line. It is a flaw in my character and a source of deep shame to me.
roadnotes: Yeah, right.
roadnotes: Deep shame, my fuzzy brown
lawnrrd: So, there was obviously only one thing I could possibly say next, and I *had* to say it. Unfortunately, just thinking of it got me laughing uncontrollably. I held on to the water fountain for support, and somehow managed to get out the words, "Well, he married you."
roadnotes: And her reaction?
lawnrrd: That was it. I collapsed to the floor, laughing like a madman. Except, on the way down, I accidentally drove my foot into--no, through--my mother's ankle.
lawnrrd: She fell to the floor. Her reaction was about 50% pain at just having her son's foot driven with some force into--no, through--her ankle. It was also 50% offense at what I had just said. Finally, it was also about 50% laughing her ass off. I know that's 150%, but that's just the kind of relationship we had.
lawnrrd: At that point, with great force of will, I bring myself together long enough to gasp, "It looks like I just added injury to insult."
lawnrrd: And we both totally lose it.
roadnotes: Aieeeee. Bad man.
lawnrrd: A group of people walks out of the doctor's office at this point, sees us on the floor, pauses briefly, and decides it's best to keep walking and does so.
roadnotes: Snerk