I saw my neighbor Jeff out for a walk with his dog Keyser this morning, and we talked about our mutual agony in endless job-searching and the non-existent job market here in Fort Collins.
Jeff tried to cheer me up by telling me about a conversation he had this morning with his father, who is an ER surgeon:
Jeff: "My dad told me that a man came in yesterday who had shot himself in the leg with a 9mm."
Me: "Wait... What?!?"
Jeff: "Yeah, apparently he went into a bar and was acting all manly and stuff, and then shot himself in the femur."
Me: "Oh my GOD!!! Did he totally shatter it?!?"
Jeff: "YUP! In 9 places..."
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Okay, so I MIGHT have COMPLETELY shot myself in the FOOT, here, but at least I didn't shoot myself in the FEMUR. ;D
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