I went to the doctor last Thursday expecting a diagnosis ranging from late-onset neck acne to an aneurism.
Not being in the construction business, or having slightest clue of how to work a nail gun, when my doctor told me I had the shingles, I told him I didn’t even have a place to store them.
He told me they weren’t the kind that covered houses, but the ones that covered old people. Which means I a…