In come a lady with two kids. One girl around (12 ) twelve and a boy six or seven years of age. The girl is giving her mother a hard time and is saying she does not need to see a doctor. Mother says; Be quiet, you are going to see him. Daughter stomps her foot and says, No! I am not! The young boy sets quietly.
People come in to the waiting room and people that have seen the doctor are leaving. The girl is a spoiled brat, so I tell her that. she tell me to be quite, I don’t know anything. I say I am 83 years old and it is not possible that I don’t know something, but I do have a hard time tying my shoelaces . She replies: are you too dumb to learn that? I say: No! I just can't reach them, do you not know how to tie shoe laces, is that why you wear slip on shoes? She tells me to go to hell, and her mother slaps her on the cheek. The young boy just sets there and says: hit her gain, Mom!
Now others in the room are talking to each other. The daughter has a few not nice things to say to the others in the room. The she turns back to this old 83 eighty three year old and says: get lost! I replied: I was lost once, but people were looking for me, They thought I was worth the effort. If you were lost, I doubt if anyone would look for you or miss you! I know I wouldn’t!
She says: you are stupid, you don’t know anything, I look at her and say: I will be thirteen next week and I know every thing there is to know, I know all twelve of Einstein’s theories on the universe, can you name just one? I know I will be thirteen soon, are you two or three years of age. Just hold up your fingers to give your age. And I followed that with: I have probably forgotten more than you will ever know!
You will no doubt live to be one hundred & twelve and will never be as smart as you are today.
She was next to be called in to see the doctor and she was crying with fear and had to be drug into the doctor’s office by her mother. The young boy set there and we discussed the theories of Einstein, and a number of other things. He moved closer to me, he knew more about theories and other things than I did.
Morel of story, People that know everything don’t brag about it. Peggy Knows!
By Ben R.
Oct. 19, 2011
People come in to the waiting room and people that have seen the doctor are leaving. The girl is a spoiled brat, so I tell her that. she tell me to be quite, I don’t know anything. I say I am 83 years old and it is not possible that I don’t know something, but I do have a hard time tying my shoelaces . She replies: are you too dumb to learn that? I say: No! I just can't reach them, do you not know how to tie shoe laces, is that why you wear slip on shoes? She tells me to go to hell, and her mother slaps her on the cheek. The young boy just sets there and says: hit her gain, Mom!
Now others in the room are talking to each other. The daughter has a few not nice things to say to the others in the room. The she turns back to this old 83 eighty three year old and says: get lost! I replied: I was lost once, but people were looking for me, They thought I was worth the effort. If you were lost, I doubt if anyone would look for you or miss you! I know I wouldn’t!
She says: you are stupid, you don’t know anything, I look at her and say: I will be thirteen next week and I know every thing there is to know, I know all twelve of Einstein’s theories on the universe, can you name just one? I know I will be thirteen soon, are you two or three years of age. Just hold up your fingers to give your age. And I followed that with: I have probably forgotten more than you will ever know!
You will no doubt live to be one hundred & twelve and will never be as smart as you are today.
She was next to be called in to see the doctor and she was crying with fear and had to be drug into the doctor’s office by her mother. The young boy set there and we discussed the theories of Einstein, and a number of other things. He moved closer to me, he knew more about theories and other things than I did.
Morel of story, People that know everything don’t brag about it. Peggy Knows!
By Ben R.
Oct. 19, 2011
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