Apology to roff...

"Wayne Harrison" wrote in message
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One of the signs of being either much older than I thought or more
distracted than I noticed, is that I will occasionally find something,
grab it in one hand, or put it on in the case of glasses or hats, and
then go on looking.

i don't know how many times on a golf course i have turned in circles,
bellowing, dammit, i have lost my putter! where the hell is my putter?
then, to my fellow players great delight, someone says--it's in your hand,
you damned fool!
i don't know how many times--i just wish it were a helluva lot fewer.

On my last final exam of my undergraduate career, taking the hardest exam of
my undergraduate career (structural geology with the infamous "Dr. B" who
never gave an A), I had to make a diagram with lots of calculations and
lines. My roommate and I were both odds-on favorites to break his long
record, and we were working frantically through the test to do a great job.
On the last problem, with time running out, I drew some initial lines, did
some calculations, then looked around in vain for my ruler to complete my
drawing. Dr. B was saying "OK, bring up your exams" and my damn ruler was
nowhere to be found. I felt behind my ears, looked under my chair, under my
thigh, under my paper, all in desperation. Finally, I just used the edge of
a spare pencil I had to make the best line I could in the situation, walked
up (looking back over my shoulder at my seat in absolute wonder and
confusion), and passed in my test to Dr. B, saying (say this out loud)
"Thorry ith tho methy, I theem to have juth loth my luler."

He got a total kick out of it, having witnessed the entire process.

--riverman