Will They Miss Me When I'm Gone?

I never talk about being sick because I am never sick ... until recently. Has anybody missed me? I haven't been out of my house in seven days. No, I'm not becoming a hermit, though on occasion I have given that some thought. But I definitely would need Online Poker to do so. I've had the snot-head-grunge. It started in my head; I felt like my sinuses were going to explode, then it moved to my lungs. I'm better, but until I can get back to the poker table for a good 8 or 10 hour stretch, I won't consider myself "well." My BFF made me chicken soup. It actually helped a bit. I knew it would 'cause they said so on the View in a Fact or Fiction segment. Last night she called and said, "What can I bring you? What will make you feel better?"I jokingly said, "Lobster and a baked potato." Low and behold, a few hours later, she showed up with Lobster and a baked potato! Now that's a BFF with a capital B.
Prior to contracting the S-H-G, another BFF, Diane from Nashville was here to visit. She probably brought strange Southern germs in with her - but she hasn't been sick, so can't really put the blame there. Anyway, she was here for a long weekend and I had managed to get tickets to "The Jersey Boys." What a terrific show! Awesome! Loved it. Never really thought about how The Four Seasons got started, when they broke up or why, and what happened after, but it made for a great musical. Not to take anything away from a great show, but I was so disappointed at the seating in the theater. My God, it was worse than airplane seating. Tiny seats, no leg room and very uncomfortable. They had giant hard plastic cup holders on the end of all of the arm rests so you had about 6 to 7 inches of padded arm rests and then a 5" hard plastic hole. My arms and elbows were sore for 3 days after. Shame on the theater designers, so greedy just like the airlines. NO, the arm rests and attached cup holders did not lift up like in the movie theaters. Anyway, back to the beginning of this tirade, the show was great!
Now explain this to me: first let me say that I do not believe in coincidences. When Diane was here we got to talking about life insurance policies. Hermie told the story about the big policy that she and her sister-in-law have on her brother, Andy. (The whole damn family is a bunch of joksters!) Andy saw to it that there was a clause that said the policy would not be paid unless he was gored by a rhinoceros. We're all laughing and talking about the wooden carved rhino that Hermie found in Mexico and left on his pillow. We turned a corner, in a parking lot behind some buildings and there it was; a huge white truck with a picture of a huge rhinoceros on it. It said, "Rhino Services" and a phone number. Should have written the number down to see what services Rhino Services provided! If we had been talking about a chicken or a cow, okay, but a rhinoceros!