Nice picture. Thought of someone in a pique damaging it.
At a restaurant entrance. Thought of David at the George.
He got his car keyed by a customer. A transaction gone bad.
Have to think a while about going back there. It went real bad.
My original shoulder injury! Rolling a 400# patient. In bed.
Linen change. Popski. Maneuvered it back into place myself.
At Concentra, a piss mill, not much treatment. No pictures.
Soft tissue ouchamente. MD says, "Might have arthritus in future."
Thanks a bunch and it was quite sore. Thanks to nowhere, SHE.
Snuck up behind me while I was munching and goosed me there.
Passing by, I hollered: "Don't touch me." Another roll is born.
I was the bad guy. Terrible temper and all. "What's she up to?"
Quite a while ago. Talk about fleeting moments. I advised;
"Never touch the customers." A hoot considering mark-ups!
Then I find out she's in a postition where the proverbial shoe
is on the other bloody foot. Distressing. Do I go back? Do I?
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