A Bit Too Late?
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 said,
"I hate to tell you, lady he said, but I think it's too late!"
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