I met Ray at the waiting room of an urgent care clinic. I asked him what he was there for, which started this tale:
"I was an only kid growing up, just me, my mom and dad. Saturdays, you got my mom in the kitchen, my dad in the garage, and me in a beach towel for a cape, trying to get somebody to play with me. I say, 'Daddy! Daddy! Play with me!' He says, 'I will, I will, here's some candy, go find your mother.' I run to the kitchen- 'Mommy! Mommy! Play with me!' She says 'I will, I will, have a cookie, go find your father.' Run back to the garage- 'Daddy! Daddy! Play with me!' He says, 'We are, we are, grab a licorice, bug your mother.' Back in the kitchen 'Mommy! Mommy!', another cookie, 'go to father.' To the garage, out the door, I trip on my cape- boop! on my nose... Dad comes out of the garage, helps me to my feet, checks me out, and yells to the house, '15-love! Coming at ya!'
"...and that is why I have diabetes."
inspired by Discover Magazine article, "The Secret Origins of Cosmic Rays". and Emo Phillips.
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