That darn athlete’s foot — we space cowboys call it missile toe — has got its hold on me. Having no time to run to the apothecary for an antifungal spray, I used pepper spray instead.
Suddenly the phone rang. It was the entire population of Scandinavia conference calling to inform me I just won one of those Nobel things for being so damn smart.

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