You know those e-mails you get from people who forward you random junk? This isn't one of them. At least I don't think. I do believe that the person who sent this to me actually said this, himself. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Don't tell me otherwise.
I was visiting with some other prospective jurors at the courthouse prior to going in to see which of us would draw the short straws. The elderly man in front of me had turned around to say that there was no way he could serve, he had to pee too often; "Sometimes, every fifteen minutes."
I asked if he had spoken to his doctor about that or had his prostate checked out.
"I don't remember," he said.
"You would," I suggested.
I told him about things like Flomax and said that I found help taking Saw Palmetto.
"Oh, yeah I remember that, it was a kind of candy bar!"
"I believe you're thinking about Walnetto which was actually a little cello-wrapped tray of wrapped walnut caramels," I said. "It's not the same."
"Geez, they were good though weren't they?" "Yes," I said, "they were great and the last time they made them we were all still able to piss a roll of quarters thirty feet up a hillside and then turn it so it wouldn't roll back down again."
All the nearby fogies had a good laugh except him. He wondered; "What happened to the quarters?"
