Four of us, gimping up the stairs. Slowly. Carefully. Painfully. One foot then the other coming up to meet it before venturing on to the next.
Shattered hips and damaged knees were taking their toll. And then, amidst the grunts and the groans, TBG began to laugh.
“If you put cumulative IQ’s in the numerator, and operative knees in the denominator, we are rapidly approaching infinity.”
(If, like me, you are mathematically impaired, ask someone to explain it. It’s really funny.)
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