BQG Stuff: Ouch! MY shoulder hurts!

A man goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, wherever I touch, it hurts." The doctor asks, "What do you mean?" The man says, "When I touch my shoulder, it really hurts. If I touch my knee - OUCH! When I touch my forehead, it really, really hurts." The doctor says, "I know what's wrong with you - you've broken your finger!"

This morning, on an instint, an impulse, a premonition, a sixth sense a whatever I called Goldie.

I can't recall the last time I called Goldie. But a voice kept telling me "Call Goldie". It was a fairly loud and insistent voice and wouldn't go away.

So I called Goldie.

That is: I dug out his business card from a large pile of business cards, read the fine print (namely his cell phone number) and called him.

The phone rang several times but went unanswered. I hung up.

Minutes later, Goldie called back.

He was in bed, he told me. Alone, it transpired. In Pune, of all places.

Now, why would our energetic Goldie be in bed, in Pune, all alone, at 11 am? Something was very wrong here.

"I had an accident" he told me. "A freak accident".

Seems a scooter came out of nowhere and fixed Goldie firmly in its sights. Maybe the damn scooter saw red (and Gold) but whatever be the reason Goldie was firmly, forcefully, forcibly struck.

He now goes around saying "Ouch my shoulder hurts".

No, his finger isn't broken. His shoulder has a chipped bone and has been immobolised.

Just thought I'd tell you dudes at BQG about Goldie's hurting shoulder just on the off chance that you may wish to send him a "Get Well Soon, Dude" kind of message. If you'd like to do that, just send it to me (by replying to this mail) and I'll send it to Goldie.

Ouch! My shoulder hurts (too much typing of BQG stuff). The bed looks inviting. Let me get in to bed.

Alone.

At 12.40 pm.

Cheers,

Prakash

PS: BQG stands for "The Bangalore Quiz Group".
http://www.bangalorequizgroup.com