Thanks for your frequent visits to my website from far away Houston

The catheter in the ethnic cloth bag hanging from my shoulder gave me a

a distinct scholarly look . These bags are used by Jesuits, poets, and

activists.

The girl who agreed to dance with me kept on saying “I think that the

toilets in this expensive party room are not being properly serviced

George

I guessed I missed this piece on my earlier visits. For whatever its worth I visit your site regularly in the hopes of finding something new and interesting to read. Not sure how I missed this one.

Anyway it made me laugh just like all your other stories.

I also had the pleasure of a catheter twice in my life, but only for a week while I was in the hospital recovering from hip replacement surgery. So I did not have to walk around with it except when the physical therapist came in and had me walk up and down the hospital corridor for 15 minutes each day. It was actually a relief for me as it was better than having to have a bedpan shoved under my sore and tender hips every hour or so. By the time I was ready to leave the hospital holding on to a walker they had removed it.

I can imagine the inconvenience of having to cart it around for a month, that must have been an irritation. Even then I admire how you not only had the guts to go for a party carting around the extra baggage but also that you could ask a girl to dance with you. Boy, you are brave.

Your admirer forever.

Sheila Titus
Houston, USA

Laughter is finally the best medicine. And the world laughs with you especially when you laugh at yourself

George