Glenn is the friend that I’ve known the longest. We met at an outing for the old LA Asian Ski Club (now it’s the Asian Ski & Board Club of LA) when we were both in our early thirties. At the time, he was a sous chef at the Annandale Country Club near Pasadena. Today, he’s an instructor at the Southern California School of Culinary Arts. Now, he’s celebrating his fiftieth birthday and there’s a party tomorrow (which I won’t be able to attend).One day, he went skiing locally at Big Bear. He had his boots custom fit so that they were comfortable. But not that day. They were so painful that he stopped by a friend’s ski shop in San Dimas to have them looked at.
The outside of the boots were undamaged, so the shop owner looked inside. He pulled the right boot liner out of the left boot, and did a double-take. He also pulled the left boot liner out of the right boot. And then he laughed. Glenn had pulled the boot liners to clean them, but put them back in the wrong boots.
The shop owner was amazed that Glenn skied a whole day like that. So were we when we heard about it later.
Wait a minute. Glenn can’t be fifty. If he’s fifty, that means I’m ..... I’m .....
Never mind.
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