My friend is a limo driver for a funeral home. Once, when he was about to enter the HOV lane on the Southeast Expressway, he was pulled over by the police. The officer pointed out that the lane was for vehicles with two or more occupants, so he shouldn’t be using it. My friend asked if a deceased person qualified as an occupant, since he had one on board. The officer took off his cap, slowly scratched his head, and wished my friend a nice day.
Dorothy Donahue / NorwellA mind-bending experience
I was working in the kitchen when, from behind me, my very high-energy 5-year-old son said, “Mom, look at me. I’m medicating!”
“Uh-oh, what did he get himself into?” I thought as I turned around. Sitting in a lotus position that he had learned at a preschool exercise and movement class, he said again with a broad smile, “See, I’m medicating.”
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