Just got back from the doctor’s office. I feel fine, nothing wrong with me. My neighbor Violet, on the other hand, was feeling pain in her arm and needed someone to drive her to the doctor’s office. She said I should drive her car. It’s 20 years old. I insisted we use my car until she said she has also been bothered by persistent runs. I have never driven a car like hers before, it had NO acceleration. The fastest speed I could get out of it was 40 mph. Every car that passed gave me the finger. At the doctor’s office, Violet turned to me and said, “Isn’t it funny the new hairstyles today? Why all these women look like little Bobo!” I hoped no one heard. An hour and a half later, I found myself back at her house. She gave me two stuffed breasts of chicken for dinner tonight as her way of saying thanks. That works for me!