5 O’clock Friday at the Factory…
A Texas doctor, closing out a hectic week, hoped it to be his final medical appointment.
He stared at a Q-tip that was devoid of cotton at both ends.
“This Q-tip must have gotten right up against 5 o’clock Friday at the factory,” he muttered….
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In the span of one week recently, I felt that my photograph might be placed alongside a “customer is always wrong” essay, thinking my value about the same…