You start to get the feeling that your work proximity to the town loony-bin is far too close for comfort on the day you drive out of the
parking lot on a 20 degree day (70 for you 'mercans) and pass a girl walking down the sidewalk wearing a glaring white shorty ultra-puffy zipped-up-to-the-chin PARKA, slippers and charming tight black underwears which she has to pull DOWN every five steps.
I didn't stick around to see if anyone knew she was missing, they're on top of that usually and I skipped the mandatory 'tackle a patient' training. But I did think,
"there but for the grace of god go i", send a thankful smile in the general direction of myriad dietys and faeries, before taking a right at the light and heading home.
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