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20 Dec
Where's a Physical Therapist When You Need One?

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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Fri, 20 Dec 96 12:41:00 -0800
To: Fun_People
Subject: Where's a Physical Therapist When You Need One?

[Yet another golf story!  -psl]

Forwarded-by: Todd Darland <Todd_Darland/SMT/GHI.GHI@lgrsmtp1.grayhill.com>

Where is a physical therapist when you need one?

A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning.  The first
of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly
toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.

Indeed, the  ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands
together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in
evident agony.

The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize.  She
then explained that she was a physical therapist: "Please allow me to help.
I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd just
allow me!" she told him earnestly.

"Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I'll be alright...I'll be fine in a few minutes," he
replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position still clasping
his hands together at his crotch.  But she persisted; and he finally allowed
her to help him.  She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side,
loosened his pants and put her hands inside, beginning to massage him.

"How does that feel?" she asked.  "It feels great." he replied. "But my
thumb still hurts like hell!"

© 1996 Peter Langston