The Legs

My family is somewhat used to knowing that my profession may lead me to bring home in my car, well...some interesting looking things. Making orthopedic items means when they open my trunk they may find something they didn't expect and that on the surface there is a little Jefferey Damer in their dad.

Normally its no big deal. I have heard other stories from other family members. One lady I work with had a dad who was a world reknowned orthotist/prosthetist (brace maker/limb maker) and she said there were fake legs, arms and what not all over her house where she saw it as the norm.

Having to explain this to friends and visitors is often fun. My mechanic opened my trunk once and he asked me, "Why do you have body parts in your trunk? Do we need to be concerned?"

"No, just fix the car right...or else!"

The other day, Emy and Bri borrowed my car and they went to the store. Suddenly I get a phone call.

"Hello!"

"THERE'S 3 LEGS IN YOUR BACK SEAT!"

"Oh yeah, about the legs." I begin to explain calmly, "They're fake..of course, worth more than real legs."

"Huh?"

"Uh , yeah you have about $100,000 worth of body parts in the back seat there. Um, lock the door."

Bri says, "I don't think anyone will bother us for some reason."

Good point...