Gotta go BACK to Emerald City. The Water Department.
Last time I was there the SEC was still with me and we had a little fun.
In I walk, go to the desk and explain the problem. The woman askes me if I once had a vision problem. I KNOW where this is going. Busted.
So I tell her I was legally blind for seven years.
"Cornea transplant?" she asks.
"Cat died," I reply.
"I remember the cat," she said. " How did that get your vision back?"
"Seven or eight years ago, my wife rescued a stray cat. I didn't know I was allergic to them and after a couple weeks , my eyes shut solid. Doctors couldn't figure it out. I asked my HMO for a guide dog, but they only offered to train my cat to do guide duty. All along it was making me worse, and nobody ever had a clue. The cat was keeping my eyes shut. When the cat died, my eyes got better.
"What do you think," I snapped indignantly. "How would you like to spend seven years being led around by a damned cat?"
She didn't know what to say. I'm sure she figured it was all bullshit, but she knew if it wasn't, it could cost her job.
She changed the subject, took instant care of the bill and got me out of there fast.
Not bad for off the top of my head, Huh?