My oxygen man came today to check the concentrator, deliver some full O2 tanks, and pick up some empties. He conscientously went about his work, we chatted a bit, and he left. He called a couple hours later... ooops, he forgot his O2 meter and bag of other tools of the trade.
I'm a nice lady with a nice hubby and 2 relatively nice cats. This is where I talk about bits and pieces of the world I live in - good, bad, and indifferent - sprinkled with love, whimsy, wisdom, and a bit of nonsense.
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2 comments:
You're just such an engaging conversationalist, you made him forget what he was supposed to be doing!
Rut ro, I bet he hurried back for that! :)
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