| 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!" |