I walked with him toward the elevator. "Tell me," he asked, "how come you walk so funny?"
"I was frying some chicken in the pan and the grease exploded, it burned my legs."
"I thought maybe you had war wounds."
"No, the chicken did it."
We went down in the elevator together.
- Factotum; Charles Bukowski
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