Perhaps I should have sensed Tuesday's flight to Hot Springs would be unlike others when the pilot came into the cabin before takeoff to effusively say, "I love you all!"
He then went into the cockpit, I went back to my reading, the plane took off and things proceeded normally until my seatmate asked me, "Are you going home?" I said, "No. I'm visiting my parents. How about you?"
He said, "I'm returning home after having reconstructive surgery on my scrotum sac. They only do that in California."
"Oh!" I said.
"Actually," he said, "I had to have three surgeries before it took."
"Oh!" I said.
"First, they used skin from my left thigh and then they took skin from my right thigh."
I didn't want to know where the skin came from for the third attempt. "Are you looking forward to getting home?" I asked.
"I sure am!" he replied.
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he he he he he
ReplyDeleteAlso, I wouldn't want to know why it needed reconstructing.
ReplyDeleteOMG...this is probably the best post you've ever had :D :D :D how's everything holding up so far (with you and yours that is, not dude's scrotum)?! xoxo
ReplyDeleteI am still in awe that you would be able to think well enough to redirect the conversation.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cathy! But, it actually took a while.... I'm not reporting ALL the details of the conversation here. But, if I get a request, I will! It was quite an education.
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