Thursday, January 28, 2010

Hogi Yogi

Dad loved him some Hogi Yogi! We always got to go when he was in Provo. I remember driving all over Sugar House with him so we could have Hogi Yogi one last time before I dropped him off at the airport. He'd order the biggest possible container, but I can't remember what flavor he'd get. Anyone?
At Hogi Yogi there's this machine that squishes yogurt and add-ins all together, and you have to use your arm and whole body to pull the lever down to make it work. Dad noticed the worker using a little too much wrist than is comfortable for an Orthopedist to view, so he instructed the worker how to use his body so it would take most of the pressure instead of his wrist. Then he watched as the worker followed his instructions...at least that one time. I explained, a tad bit embarrassed, that he was a doctor, and Dad left happy. Our dad--he couldn't help doing good in this world!

1 comment:

  1. He did the SAME THING with the workers and they way they used their wrists every time I went with him.

    He would get white chocolate pecan cookies and berries.

    YUM!

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