Yesterday, two trips to the post office only netted 25 m. But once more my lovely bride exercises her wifely duty.
"Babe? Did you call the VA to schedule a butt-scope like I asked you?"
"Snore test, new boots, eyeglasses, adjust that new leg brace?"
>No. I'll make those calls today.
This is where an old duff can rack up the miles against a young pup. Peeling the VA's bureaucratic onions and attending clinics scheduled on separate weekdays will run a dozen trips... about 1200 miles, and the travel-pay should offset $300 of the $400 in fuel it will take to beat Tito.
Papa, would you like your old cell?