metrocake

I’m sure I came off as a bit rude to a gentleman this morning, but honestly, I just couldn’t help it. While I was waiting for a (very crowded) 6 train, a man came up to me and said, “Excuse me?” Blinking up at him from my book, I said, “Yes?” He then proceeded to tell me that he needed laser surgery on his knee, and did I know anything about it, since I was in a cast? “No, I’m sorry…” “But was your surgery on your toes? Did you have laser surgery…” “No, no,” I said, interrupting him, “I haven’t had any surgery. It’s tendonitis. I don’t know anything about laser surgery.” “But…” “No, I’m sorry — I really don’t know anything about it.”

He seemed nice enough, but asking a random stranger in a cast about laser surgery for your knee is about as good as asking a random stranger where your car keys are. It’s surgery on a body part — don’t leave it to chance!

This has been a public service announcement. With guitars! :)