One week after the operation I ask my friend Art Bounds if he would help empty my van, The Wumpmobile, of all the recyclable garbage
that is in it. Remember, this is how this whole story started. There is no room except for the front seats. So we decided to also try and fool my friends at the Crosswalk Tavern. They don't know that I have shaved my beard off. Terry goes in first and settles in; Art and I follow ten minutes later looking like the 11am bums that we are. I ask Allie The Bartender if I could have some hot water for tea. She scowls at me but complies when I say that I will pay for the water. Unfortunately Judy The Owner comes up to Terry and begins to ask her how I was doing and recognized me and I was a little to slow shushing her up. Allie heard her from the far end of the bar and whips around, cusses me out and of course we all laugh. This went on for a couple hours with everyone I knew coming in. Pretty good time except for the tea.
I wonder if this is a Guiness World Record: One week from the time to surgeon has my heart in his hands until I am sitting back on my barstool?
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