The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office, and his staff was helping transport many of the items. I sat the display skeleton in the front of my car, his bony arm across the back of my seat.

I hadnt considered the drive across town. At one traffic light, the stares of the people in the car beside me became obvious, and I looked across and explained, Im delivering him to my doctors office.

The other driver leaned out of his window. I hate to tell you, lady, he said, but I think its too late!