The orthopedic surgeon 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 and had fastened the seatbelt around it to stop it falling over. 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, man,” he said, “but I think it’s too late!”
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