My sister and I were having a conversation the other day about somebody we know. You don't know the person. Seriously. It's nobody you know. No matter who you are, you do not know this person, so don't even try to guess and don't call me and ask me. It's in the vault.
Me: He steals.
Terry: He's a kleptomaniac?
Me: Well, he doesn't really steal stuff. He steals people's medications.
Terry: Medications?
Me: Yeah, he thinks he's sick. Whatever somebody has, he thinks he has it, too.
Terry: He's a hypochondriac?
Me: Yeah. Definitely, a hypochondriac.
Terry: He's a klepto-chondriac.
Me: That's it! He's a klepto-chondriac. Is that a word?
Terry: It is now.
Me: He steals.
Terry: He's a kleptomaniac?
Me: Well, he doesn't really steal stuff. He steals people's medications.
Terry: Medications?
Me: Yeah, he thinks he's sick. Whatever somebody has, he thinks he has it, too.
Terry: He's a hypochondriac?
Me: Yeah. Definitely, a hypochondriac.
Terry: He's a klepto-chondriac.
Me: That's it! He's a klepto-chondriac. Is that a word?
Terry: It is now.
2 comments:
not a hypo-maniac?
stealing people's drugs is pretty mean.
there is an Al Stewart list that steals souls, maybe they are related ;-)
Thank God he doesn't have agorophobia---that would really be challenging.
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