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!"