M was annoyed and didn’t look well. She rummaged in her purse, then tossed a Ziploc bag on the desk.
Uh-oh, close encounters of the turd kind. Could’ve figured this out sans sample!
She rose at visit’s end, went to leave without Exhibit A.
“Would you mind throwing out...that?”
So she did, right into the basket underneath my desk.
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Thanks for the giggle this morning!
Thanks so much for visiting over at my place and telling me about your new blog - somehow I didn't think to check on your profile to see if you had a different one! So glad you're here, will catch up with your posts.
A second comment now that I've read back through your posts - I love this format. Keeping yourself to a certain number of words is resulting in a wonderful art form, almost like poetry but not. I guess that's why I like writing haiku myself...it disciplines you. And as always, your slices of medicla life are so touching, some happy, some sad.
Doc2Be: I always appreciate your comments.
MG: Glad you've come around and nice to be back in touch with you.
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