When my doctor asked me about what I did yesterday,
I told him about my day:
of a deep lake, barely escaped from a coyote in
the heavy brush, marched along a treacherous trail up
and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy,
crawled out of quicksand, and narrowly avoided
an aggressive rattlesnake by leaping away at the last second."
Inspired by my story, the doctor said, "You must be an
awesome outdoorsman!"
"No, I'm just a shitty golfer."