One gimp and one non-gimp walk into a bar..........ow!
O.k., it was a restaurant actually. My brother brought me to my physio today and we stopped for lunch on our way home. After an uncomfortable greeting by the hostess (who looked me up and down and asked, "How are you today?" by which she really meant, "Wow, you look like hell" and was probably thinking "where can I sit this chic?") we were brought to our table. Our waitress then arrived asking, "So did you two have yesterday off?" (yesterday being the President's Day holiday). My brother and I just looked at each other. I can't work and he doesn't work conventional hours. We settled for an uncomfortable "yah".