June 18, 2008
Can’t live with them, not legally allowed to hunt them out of season.
Honestly, I know they have a tough job but they can make life HELLISH some days.
I think I’ve mentioned before (but I’m too lazy to look it up) about a French restaurant owner who refused to visit a doctor but who was getting progressively worse and worse (all the good things – heart, kidneys, liver, all packing up). His friends arranged some kind of Gallic equivalent of an intervention and told him they’d be back in the morning to take him to a doctor, by force if necessary.
They found him sitting in his restaurant, half a bottle of red on the table, a revolver in his hand, stone cold dead.
Probably it’s bullshit but…
Some days I think that’s the best way to treat the medical fraternity.