1. My articular is articulate.
2. Whether my posterior is inferior or not, others will decide. I put it behind me.
3. Whether my anterior is inferior or not, I also don't know, but my interior is not inferior. 4. My bones spur me onward.
At the physiotherapist clinic, there were two other employees (one was a technician, I'm not sure what the other one's title is). The technician has a long, very German last name, so I announced to her that I'm in favor of apfelstrudel, vienerschnitzel, potato noodles--wunderbar!
The other lady is partly Welsh, partly Native American. For the Welsh part, please note this about the four general groups in the United Kingdom and Ireland:
1. The Scots love God's grace because it is free. 2. The Welsh pray to God on Sunday and on their neighbors the rest of the week. 3. The Irish don't know what they want from God, but are willing to fight him for it. 4. The English consider themselves to be self-made, thus relieving the Almighty of a terrific responsibility.
For the Native American part, I appealed to the good humor in the 'Tumbleweeds' comic strip. For instance:
A. The chief reports to the tribe on talks about merging the Kickapoo and Poohawk tribes: 'negotiations broke down over the choice of a name--we could decide between Poo-poo or Kickahawk.'
B. One little brave shows up wearing a pointy bamboo hat. When the chief asks why, he says, 'I'm on a nostalgia kick. While most Native Americans come from Mongolians, legend has it that I come from the Chinese'. So the chief, with heavy irony, says, 'O, I get it. While the rest of us come from the rude Mongolian hordes, YOU come from the cultured Chinese. Dare we hope that any of the rest of us also descend from the Chinese?' He says, 'I suppose so. Someone had to pull the rickshaws'.
C. The same little guy is asked where he got the hat, and says, 'from my attic'. 'Your teepee has an attic?' He responds, 'Well, I could hardly store my memorabilia in my cellar--it's full of wine.'
D. When Tumbleweeds (the title character) and Knuckles (the sheriff's deputy) are captured and about to be burnt at the stake, the Native Americans advertise the event (for ticket sales) by huge billboards: 'One Night Only! Ignite, Sweet Prince.' (Shakespeare, Hamlet, when Hamlet is about to die, his friend says, 'good night, sweet prince').
And so much more. A great time was had by all.
When we're at the physiotherapist and the technician (female) and a friend (female) are there, we men engage in cultured discussion. But today, when only the physiotherapist (male) and patient (male) are present, our conversation runs to Roadrunner and Wile E Coyote (some day I want the coyote to get the roadrunner, Elmer Fudd to get Bugs Bunny, Sylvester to get Tweety, Tom to get Jerry), Spock's grip on Star Trek (the way the physiotherapist grasped my knee made me ask if he had Vulcan ancestry).