I said: "When you can't get around so well you learn new skills. I can hit the wastebasket with empty beer bottles almost every time."

Doctor's expression changed from polite approval to mixture of disapproval and concern.

Probably he pictured me solitary. polishing off a row of beer bottles and heaving them one by one across the room into the wastebasket.

He wrote something on his chart.

What the hell.