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, mate," he said, "but I think it's too late!"