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I have absolutely no idea where I am parked.
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5 comments:
I hate it when that happens! One time when I was post-call, I had to check four different levels at the parking lot before I found my car.
Fortunately, the lot itself wasn't that large...
This post/ comment gives me so much confidence in the young doctors of our great nation. Where did i put that scalpel? It must be in here somewhere...
-rosie
Now Rosie that's hardly fair. I misplace concepts all the time. Yet the nation still has great faith in its young political scientists. Can a misplaced scalpel really be as problematic as a misplaced concept?
i'm pretty sure you are just in denial that the large blue van is, in fact, your vehicle...
anonymous, i think you mean sleek red sports car.
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