While having lunch in Central Park, a pair of retired doctors saw a man walking their way. His knees were pressed together, his hands were clenched in tight fists, and his wrists were bent inward, toward his wait.
"You still got your knack for diagnosing?" asked one doctor. "Sure. Why?" replied the other. He gestured toward the man. "I'd say the poor fellow's got cerebral palsy."
The other doctor shook his head. "Arthritis, for sure."
"Let's find out," said the first. However, before the doctor could ask, the man stopped in front of their bench. He said through his teeth, "Pardon me, but do either of you gentlemen know where in this damn park the rest rooms are?"
"You still got your knack for diagnosing?" asked one doctor. "Sure. Why?" replied the other. He gestured toward the man. "I'd say the poor fellow's got cerebral palsy."
The other doctor shook his head. "Arthritis, for sure."
"Let's find out," said the first. However, before the doctor could ask, the man stopped in front of their bench. He said through his teeth, "Pardon me, but do either of you gentlemen know where in this damn park the rest rooms are?"
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