The Frinklin and Fred Show

Limpy

I seemed to have hurt myself, my foot actually. I am not entirely sure when or even how it happened, but I have a slight sprain of either the foot or the ankle. It’s not especially painful, except when I’m walking or being jumped on by wild dogs (Something that happens with alarming frequency in the Frinklin household). The walking part bothers me. I have no problem limping around the house, in fact it is rather pleasant: makes the Missus feel bad for me, and excuses me from random household chores. Work is a problem though. I work in a large office, and I hate limping there. I’m not the most impressive physical specimen, and adding the limping makes me look especially sad. Add to that I wore my nice corduroy pants today, so now I’m limping and zip-zipping around everywhere. I’m pretty sure people who don’t know me think I must be the retarded kid we hired for the mailroom. To top it all this afternoon I was heading the lunchroom. The doors there open out, but for some inexplicable reason I forgot this and tried to open them in. Meaning I walked right smack into the door. Maybe I AM the retarded mailroom kid.