The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new
office, and his staff was helping transport many of the
items. I sat the display skeleton in
the front of my car, his bony arm across the back of my seat.
I hadn't considered the drive across town. At one traffic
light, the stares of the people in the car beside me became
obvious, and I looked across and explained, 'I'm delivering
him to my doctor's office.'
The other driver leaned out of his window. 'I hate to tell
you, lady,' he said, 'but I think it's too late!'
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