John fell down the steps. Later, when confessing to doing 3 things at once -- carrying a cup of coffee, descending the mountain of steps, and trying to rotate a lens to turn on a flashlight -- he joked about it.
"I decided to keel off the steps. I only had 4 to go...."
At med-check, when they took his blood pressure, he disagreed, "That's not right!"
Then the doctor's attendant came to discuss his arm, the worst injury. She explored the shoulder and arm joint, but he's not one to say "Ouch" or complain. His way of saying you found the sore spot was,
"You're doing a good job."
"Ah. No. Let's not do that!"
To his chagrin she palpitated even more!
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Me: Which do you want for supper, chili, Italian chicken, or tuna salad sandwiches?
John: I'll eat the chili another day, for a special occasion.
Me: What special occasion?
John: When I'm in a bad mood and I need something good to eat.
Okaaaaa...we'll go with that.
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He replied, "She's winning all kinds of awards. She's too famous to sing."
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