2012-03-08 / Columns
Because it was snowing, Fred Sturzenegger drove his wife, Lydia, to the doctor’s office Wednesday for a scheduled cortisone injection in her knee. They sat in the crowded waiting room for over three hours before the doctor could see her. In the corner of the office was a skeleton. At some point, Fred pointed to it and said, “I wonder how long he’s been waiting.”
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