34. That guy

On a recent lunch outing, we had to wait 45 minutes for a table at a popular restaurant. My legs were killing me. My wife and a friend suggested they get me a chair. “No, that’s okay. I’m fine.” After a half hour, they stopped suggesting; they got a chair and insisted I sit down. I protested once more, and then I sat down. Ahhhhhhhh…

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