Classic Rock vs. an MRI

If we were having a beer, you would seem concerned about my health.

“So, how did your MRI go?”

“How did you know I was having an MRI?”

“I saw your comment on Greg’s site, you know, Almost Iowa.”

“I didn’t know you followed Greg.”

“I have to read something good.”

“Thanks. And, the MRI was fine.”

“The best thing to help recover from an MRI is a cold Yuengling and some barbeque wings.”

“Thanks for sharing your medical opinion Dr. Cheryl.”

“Not just my opinion, research shows that two beers provides more relief for pain than taking painkillers. Not that MRIs are painful, but you want me to fill that prescription?”

“I’ll start with one, and set up some wine for the old man.”

“Old man, maybe, but I can still hear.”

“You wear a hearing aid.”

“I do, but I can hear fine with it.”

“Then why do you always ask me to sit on your right side?”

“One, I don’t want to be on the side where you spill your beer. And, two, I want to make it harder for you to reach the wings, so I get my half.”

“You guys do know that you can get a double order of wings…right?”

“You mean we could each get our own?”

“No, you can get one order with 20 wings instead of 10.”

“Same price as two orders?”

“Actually, it’s a little cheaper.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m guessing even without your hearing aid you can hear a bargain being offered to you.”

“Financial management starts with the small stuff.”

“I think my grandmother said that. Something about ‘watch the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves’ – she could put you out of business.”

“I have a few grandmothers as clients, they’ve done well for themselves.”

“Here’s your beer and your wine. Wings will be up soon.”

“Wait, did we order wings?”

“I thought you said you liked the sound of the double order.”

“Enough picking on me, how did you manage with the MRI?”

“It wasn’t so bad.”

“Loud, though, right?”

“Seriously loud, and constantly changing.”

“I know, like jack-hammers and then machinery noises and then horns.”

“The worst was a combination that sounded like loud cars, honking their horns while being pulled out of town by a steam engine.”

“Did you have headphones?”

“Yes.”

“I did too, but they didn’t help much. I had them play classic music.”

“That was dumb. I went with classic-rock.”

“I’m guessing that could stand up to the machine.”

“Some bands were better than others. Some were useless.”

“Who was useless?”

“Elton John – ‘Your Song’ – I could follow along, but I couldn’t hear him.”

“That’s pretty soft for classic rock. What else was in the playlist?”

“It started with Free – ‘All Right Now’ – that was pretty good, at least the chorus.”

“Yeah, that has a long soft spot in it. Almost like Southern Rock bands.”

“Speaking of that, I was surprised that the machine stomped Lynyrd Skynyrd to pieces.”

“Which song?”

“One of my favs – ‘Gimme Three Steps’ – I could hear the back beat but not the words.”

“Did anyone beat the machine?”

“Joan Jett.”

“I Love Rock and Roll?”

“Yep, she kicked that machine’s ass.”

“And, did I hear that you flew with that bad ear?”

“I did. I flew to Daytona Beach, FL. It wasn’t too bad. The pressure change was uncomfortable, but short-lived.”

“Daytona? NASCAR?”

“Ha ha, no. I drove up to St. Augustine for a meeting.”

“Wings are up. You boys need another dose of pain-reliever?”

“We do, Cheryl.”

Daytona International Speedway as seen from airport

This place goes on forever

A bit windy

Daytona International Speedway

The GPS app on my phone was guiding me to a Waffle House, but this worked

I couldn’t decide between 2 pancakes or a biscuit. Only one answer.

My first time in a Steak & Shake

If they’re open 24 hours, I’m guessing they serve breakfast

My destination

Background noise on an airplane is not insignificant

This helped with the ear-popping stuff on the flights.

The mother ship of NASCAR