I wish DUmmy cali were not a pathological liar, because it would be great if she had these symptoms.
If she really had it, though, it might tend to stunt her sparkling sense of humor.
Well, the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive wouldn't be lame, if she weren't so anti-social.
To recap what happened: one summer day she fell and broke her leg.
She was on the first floor of her house; the telephone was on the second floor.
Her leg was busted pretty much off, and she couldn't go up the stairs.
The bitter old Vermontese cali primitive lives in an isolated place, in the mountains and forests of far-northern Vermont. She has no nearby neighbors, and she doesn't want any, as she hates people.
And neither does anybody else want to live near her.
So she had to drag her carcass two miles through the trees and dirt roads, to get help, an effort which considerably exacerbated the damage done her leg.
If the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive were nicer, friendlier, more social, people would be coming to visit her all the time. And so when she busted her leg, all she would've had to do was sit there and wait, as sooner or later someone would come by to visit.
I know this for a fact; I live in a place far more remote and isolated than the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, and being deaf, even if I could reach a telephone, it would do me about as much good as reaching for an hour-glass.
However, since franksolich is not anti-social, likes other people, and encourages visitors, if I busted my leg like she did, all I'd have to do is sit there calm and composed, and wait. Doing no further damage. Sooner or later someone would show up to render assistance.
Her miseries are her own damn fault, because she hates other people, discourages them from coming to visit her.
