Mr. C. came for his physical, his wife in tow. As I took his history, she sat quietly, lips pressed firmly in a downward line.
"So how do you spend your days?" I asked.
He pondered the question, smiling slightly as he considered his answer.
"He doesn't do a goddamn thing," came a thin, angry voice from behind.
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Ha! I'm afraid my wife might say the same thing about me on my days off.
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