Every now and then, I am treated to a fairly large medical physical. Test that include EKG, X-Rays, Blood work, hearing, vision and lastly, the Pulmonary Function test. Yesterday was my day through the gauntlet. Everything went just fine until the Pulmonary Function Test that requires you to blow through a hose on three separate attempts - all the air from your lungs forcefully into a machine to measure your lung's efficiency. On the third attempt as I blew viciously into the tube at the constant coaching of the young girl technician yelling "Blow! Blow! Blow!".......it happened............"toot"......
Ok...I stopped blowing....I did it- she heard it......her eyes were wide like half dollars.
My mind instantly went into recovery mode and I, without cracking a smile said..."Hey look man...I'm trying to be serious here, can you hold off doing that until I'm, done?"
Her eyes then opened even wider and her jaw dropped. I said, "OK, lets try this again..busy man here....I have stuff to do."
She then, without hesitation, with a look of shock.... turned and re-set the machine. As I started to re-do the test over, I suddenly stopped and said, "So...how long have they let you bring your pet duck to work?"
...I thought she was going to get up and leave the examining room...... you gotta love us Oldies.