Getting Physical
“Oh come on, Mom. Why do I have to do this?” I said defiantly. I was sitting in the passenger seat of my mom’s sedan as we darted down the highway. “You get one every year, Craig. A physical isn’t going to do you any harm! I don’t see the big deal,” said my mother. I could see she was fed up with my behavior and complaining was going to do me no good. I always hated getting physicals. I mean really, some dude gets paid to check me out and see how I’m growing. I don’t need a PhD for that, I...