Around 1, who comes a knockin' on the door of my clinic...none other than Santa himself!
Seems our visiting Santa has lost some weight since last year, and his pants were falling down.
He stopped in our office, knowing we had pillows.
Would we mind if he borrowed a pillow while he visited with the daycare kids downstairs.
You know, it's not good to have a Santa with droopy drawers.
Made up for the other situation I was dealing with.
A young lady...high on marijuana for sure...but there seemed to be more.
Some days? I love and hate my job all within the same afternoon!
1 comment:
What, no cookies or carmel corn to fatten Santa up with instead? What kind of "Martha" are you (LOL)?
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