Tie another one to your back

Had to go to the chiropractor today. After walking miles and miles on the Strip and in the casinos in Vegas, lugging 100+ pounds of luggage to the airport and from the airport Thursday and Friday, the straw that knocked this camel's back out was simply bending over to get clothes out of the dryer.
After going through a day and a half of pain that wasn't alleviated by standing, sitting, reclining, or walking, I caved and decided to get some help.
I like my chiropractor, who was recommended by my mother. He's helped her with several back pain issues in the last couple of years. As he examined my x-rays, he revealed to me that I am "ahead of my time." Like I didn't already know that. Everyone is supposed to have five lumbar vertebrae. Some folks have a malformation and have six - y'all are called "prehistoric". Some folks, including me, have a malformation and have only four - we are called "futuristic".
Evolution, y'all. And the Flying Spaghetti Monster had nothing to do with it.