A long time ago I got a new boss who had been promoted from among our ranks but in a different division. He was a guy I had met and seen but didn’t know. So he picks me up at the hotel we drive to a restaurant and park. We both get out and had walked twenty feet when I notice he is limping.
“Hey Dave, what did you do - twist your ankle?”
“Actually I have an artificial leg.”
Another INTERMINABLE long pause.
“I was eighteen at the time - went down on my motorcycle - and .... come to think of it ... yes, now that your bring it up... I have been living longer without my leg than with it."