Captain’s knee surgery went well. His leg is still attached and there was only moderate manscaping.
I lug some of the contents of my Passover care package over to Captain’s place. I make fried matzo for breakfast. Captain holds up a piece of matzo and examines it like it’s from outer space. He declares,
“I think I’ve had this before.”
“Yeah, I was at a Catholic wedding and the priest gave us a cracker just like this.”
“That’s an entirely different cracker.”