Shayari Bazar

The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office and his staff was helping transport many of the items I sat the display skeleton in the front of my car his bony arm across the back of my seat I hadn`t considered the drive across town At one traffic light the stares of the people in the car beside me became obvious and I looked across and explained I`m delivering him to my doctor`s office The other driver leaned out of his window I hate to tell you lady he said but I Think It`s *too* late