Dad story: Painted Toe
Dad and I went to the grumpiest doctor in St. Louis. He was supposedly the best sports doctor around. He had worked on professional athletes here in St. Louis. There were pictures of Cardinal’s pitchers and some Blues players in the room.
Dad pulls off his sock and I’ll never forget the look on his face as he “discovers” that his middle toenail is painted green. He looks at me and says: “I’m going to tell him that you did it.” “The heck you are,” I wittily reply. “I’ll deny it.” Dad says in his typical way, “Oh Man…. Julie, I’ll get you for this.” “She did it while I was sleeping.”
“Yeah right, Dad.” I retort.
The grumpy doctor walks in, groans that we are both in the room trying to get medical examinations under one bill, does it anyway, staring right at Dad’s painted toenail, with no comment. Dad and I laughed until our stomachs hurt over that one.
and then I found 32 dollars.