Feeling the Blues by Shane Huey

"Did you start that medicine?"

"What medicine?"

"The one I told you about last time?"

"Last time what?"

"The last time we were here."

"In the bathroom?"

"No, not in the bathroom. In this restaurant."

"Oh."

"Well, did you try it?"

"Yeah, worked pretty good too."

"You bet it works good!"

"Wait 'til you are ninety, like me. Then you can take two. Woohoo! Let me tell you!"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah. You're still young and only need the one though. What are you now?"

"Eighty-five."

"Yeah, don't overdo it."

"Okay."

Drying their hands, the men finished their conversation. Opening the solid, oak door of the gentlemen's room, they exited, walking out past a large aquarium, down the ramp toward the front doors. En route, they passed an attractive, younger lady and one couldn't resist, "Woohoo honey! I like your dress...it's the color of my medicine!"

Once back to my table, I noticed that the dress did look quite nice on my wife. "Woohoo honey! I like your dress!"    

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