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in his vest or gun, thereby scoring valuable points.
    I was standing in the dark, with my back pressed against a wall, a few feet from a corner. I knew Rob was around that corner. Quickly, I ran through my options:
    Option One: Run around the corner with my gun held out in front, thereby exposing it to Rob’s laser fire.
    Option Two: Protect my gun by holding it back and running around the corner with my face out in front.
    Looking back on what happened, I realize that I should have gone with Option Three. “Find some activity more appropriate for a 49-year-old, such as backgammon.”
    Instead I went with Option Two, running around the corner face-first, which turned out to not be such a great idea, because Rob had gone with Option One, running around the corner gun-first.
    The result was that my face, specifically my right eye socket, collided violently with Rob’s gun. But at least he didn’t score any valuable points!
    After the collision, I lay on the floor for a while, moaning and writhing, but eventually I was able to get back on my feet, and in just a matter of seconds—the recuperative powers of the human body are amazing—I was back down moaning and writhing on the floor again.
    “You need to go to the hospital,” said Rob.
    “Gnhnong,” I said. “Gnhime gnhowaagh.”
    That was me attempting to say, “No, I’m okay.” In fact, I didn’t feel so hot, but in my experience, if you go to a hospital for any reason whatsoever, including to read the gas meter, they give you a tetanus shot.
    So my plan was to tough it out. Leaning on Rob, I staggeredout of the laser-tag place onto the sidewalk, where I had an excellent idea: Why not get down on all fours and throw up for a while? So I did. Nobody paid much attention; in Coconut Grove on a Friday night, it’s unusual to see somebody NOT throwing up.
    By this point Rob had gotten somebody to call a cab, and he insisted that we go to a hospital. When we got there I attempted to explain to a nurse what had happened; this was difficult because (a) I wasn’t totally coherent, and (b) the nurse had never played laser tag.
    “He shot you in the eye with a
laser?”
she said.
    “Gnhnong,” I said.
    “Have you had a tetanus shot recently?” she said.
    “YES!” I said, demonstrating the brain’s amazing recuperative power to lie in an emergency.
    They stuck some kind of needle in me anyway (hey, rules are rules). Then various doctors had a look at me, and, after a fair amount of peeking and probing, they determined that I had been hit in the face. They also told me I’d be okay.
    And I’m sure I will, although at the moment part of my face is numb, and my right eyeball could pose for the cover of a Stephen King novel. Also I feel sleepy all the time. This made me a little nervous, so I did what medical experts recommend that you do whenever you have a question concerning your health: I called my friend Gene Weingarten, who is a professional newspaper editor and probably the world’s leading hypochondriac.
    Gene spent a day researching my symptoms and called back to tell me that, in his opinion, I have a condition known as “somnolence.” “Somnolence” means, in layperson’s terms, that you feel sleepy Gene recommended that Iget a CAT scan, but of course Gene would also recommend a CAT scan for earwax, so I went back to bed.
    But forget about my personal medical problems. The point I’m trying to make is that, by considering your options and making the right decisions—”living smart”—you CAN lead a happy, healthy, and financially successful life. And if you do, please buy a bunch of groceries and have them delivered to me, because I really don’t feel like going out.

WEIGHT LOSS
THROUGH
ANTI-GRAVITY

    I am pleased to report that we finally have a scientific explanation for why everybody in the world is gaining weight. At least I am, and I know it’s not my fault. Granted, I do not have the best dietary habits. Sometimes in a restaurant I will

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