A Truism.
As a rock climber, I and most other rock climbers of around
my age like to greet each other with a conversation about our fitness. Or, more specifically how injured we
are, excusing us from good fitness and thereby establishing a chain of excuses
for poor performance. It is
considered polite to inquire about a person’s injuries.
‘How’s the hand?’ I asked climbing acquaintance number 1.
‘Not bad, not bad- about 80 or 90 percent’, he answered.
‘Bah, but what is 100 percent at this stage in the game?’,
he added.
We chuff-snorted and nodded in a sad-but-true agreement.
‘The only thing’, said climbing acquaintance number 2 ‘that
is 100 percent these days is my solid erection in the morning’
He’s right.
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