orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office, and
his staff was helping transport many of the items.
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."
other driver leaned out of his window. "I hate to tell you,
lady," he said, "but I think it's too late!"