Someone asked me what I meant about Erik not walking normal, or walking normal now. I guess that conjured up images of someone hunched over in pain walking all lopsided and off balance dragging one leg behind or something. Probably I got a bad rap for not buying the guy a cane or a walker with tennis balls shoved on the end of the legs.
No.
I just meant slow. Taking your sweet a** time walking at a pace of a very slow snail will push me over the edge faster than a restaurant where they call out numbers when your food is ready.
He now walks at a normal pace.
That is all.
Happy New Year!
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