Moving The Office

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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!"