Just story
Routine checkup. She’s fine. The vet asked about her name. I told her someone else chose it.
Said I’ll give it my best shot.
The dinosaur is acting suspiciously innocent.
There’s supposed to be a door there.
That’s what he said, anyway.
According to the diagram, there’s
Three satisfied customers.
Starting to wonder how many doors we’re missing.
I was just looking for a spare key to a locked cabinet.
Found a stowaway.
Tidy enough for company?
Turns out Julie (not her real name) left the dinosaur in my
Her face says, “This was not part of the briefing.”
Then this happened.
"Who's that", she asked.
“Who’s that?”
It was the question I’ve been avoiding.
So here it is.