". I reached over and gave his ass cheek a squeeze, then we walked quietly for a bit. "So what was it you wanted to tell me about?"John started, "Di... you ever see my neighbor Cathy?" Tallish lady, trim, maybe early 60s, right?" That's her. Well I was going out to get the garbage can the other day, and she was getting her mail and said hi. We chatted about this and that for a minute or two, when I mentioned you came over to watch the game. She asked if the red truck was yours and I said. The Smasher!”The mugger blinked. “The Smasher ... that’s you?”“What? I mean, of course that’s me!”He brandished his knife. “Well, I don’t care what you call yourself, just get the hell out of my way.”I grew my hands until my fists were the size of volleyballs. With a heroic cry, I swung at the mugger. The problem was that I hadn’t thrown a punch since playground spats, and had never trained in boxing or martial arts. This absence only occurred to me now. No matter how big my fists were, I had. “I finished packing and went to put my case on the floor when the handle came off in my hand. Do you think you can re-attatch it for me?” she asked. “I’ll have a go, let me get some clothes on and I’ll be there,” I told her. I noticed Jo looking at my groin area as I said it, but, took no notice. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and went to her room. After a few minutes of trying to fix the handle we came to the conclusion that it was a waste of time. “Let’s have a drink instead then,” she. But I got the sense she was telling me this for a reason.When we were finished she shook my hand with both hands looked me in the eye, wished me well and said I take better care of my teeth.A week ago I got my reminder for my semi-annaul cleaning, I made my appointment for a Monday morning. This time I had to wait in the lobby. She was still busy with another patient. After 15 minutes she came out and apologized for making me wait, but it would only be another 5 minutes. I didn’t think she.