As a nurse, my wife gets all the `medical jobs’ in the family. Most recently my brother’s father-in-law had to be hospitalized for a bleeding ulcer. He lives in an assisted living facility because he’s unfortunately becoming a lot less sharp than he used to be.
My wife went to visit him this evening in the hospital. We’re all very happy because of his rapid progress.
He didn’t have his glasses on so my wife asked if he knew who was visiting. No.
Would he like a hint? Or two, yes.
Married to a hairy guitar player….
“Oh, leftystrat!” he exclaimed.
Yes, my image preceeds me (if not my odor).