One orthopedic surgeon was moving to a new office, and
his staff was helping transport many of the items.
His secretary sat the display skeleton in the front of her car, his bony arm
across the back of the seat.
At one traffic light, the stares of the people in the car beside her became obvious, and she looked across and explained,
“I’m taking this 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!”
