In the doctor's office earlier this year I tossed a crumpled kleenix
(provided for unmentionable purposes) across the room.
Hit wastebasket square on. Doctor was impressed.
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.