My mom nearly busted her back one time trying to lift a couch.
So I spent a lot of time when I was 4 or 5 sitting in the chiropractor’s office waiting room.
Two things I remember are;
1. The receptionist actually played records on a record player next to her typewriter so there would be that dull and comforting waiting-room music on the speakers, and
2. They had these stoopid “kids” magazines that tried to be educational AND fun. NOT.
So, while Dr. Manhandle was cracking my mom’s back, I was sitting on a lime-green vinyl chair and listening to Lawrence Welk on wooden speakers, trying not to scribble on the walls with my no. 2 pencil and instead looking at “SPOT THE DIFFERENCE” pictures – two seemingly similar cartoons side-by-side. The trick was you had to find the 6 tiny little differences between the two by studying them closely. Maybe that is why I’m always spotting Street Art from 3 blocks away. Doesn’t explain why I can’t find my other shoe.
Here’s a fun game everyone can play. (CLICK on them to enlarge)
So there you have it – how did you do? Are you observant?
If you are hooked on the game now – there is an iphone app too. Go crazy with your bad self,
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