It's not that bad... really...

Getting on the plane today, and my foot is still playing up, really sore and I have not idea why. Anyways, I ask for the exit row seat and the guy just checks to make sure I’m ok, not limping or anything… and well, I was hobbling fairly dramatically by this time. So I make some crack about the adrenaline that would kick in if I actually have to open the door. Get the seat and walk off with no limp… mind you I could have used some morphine after that.