
Originally Posted by
LSchefman
Reminds me of a true story.
When my kids were growing up, we used to spend a week each summer at the University of Michigan's alumni summer camp, located on a beautiful lake near Traverse City, Michigan (Walloon Lake, where Hemingway spent his summers, his cabin is nearby). It's an all-ages camp, and UM alumni, their kids, and faculty can spend a week there. Great place, and the waiting list is always years long.
So I was sitting on the porch in front of the dining hall, taking in the sun and the breeze off the lake, reading the newspaper one morning after breakfast, and next to me was a guy who looked to be in his 80s.
Suddenly he says to me, "Do I smell?"
We're outdoors, right? So I say, "No, I don't smell anything except the pines. Why?"
He says, "I am an MD surgeon. I was a professor at the Medical School at UM for 30 years, and was also on staff at the University Hospital. Today I am sitting here in a diaper, because I can't control my bladder any more, I can't feel a thing. Sometimes I smell. I just don't want to offend people."
I felt so badly for this proud old fella. Soon enough, my friends, soon enough...