Okay, so I’m sick. I want to drink my orange juice. I cannot get the thing open. Seriously. I look around, and neither of my surgeons are available.
So….
I walk across the hall — to the nearest, conveniently located boy — and shove my orange juice bottle at him and say, “Help!”
He grabs it and starts laughing at me as he opens it, without a problem.
His office-mate, Colleen, says, “See! This is why we keep a guy around!”
I laugh and say, “Yeah, I knew Marines were good for something!”
(My apologies to any Marines who read my blog and are offended. I am former Navy and Marty’s former Marine, so we tease each other all the time.)
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