I have a funny…but it requires a build-up. I personally think it’s worth the read since I’m still laughing about it, but you are the master of your own destiny. I say, take the risk 
. It is a three-stage act and before I start, it is important to know this fact: In elementary school, Marc was proudly elected Safety Patrol Officer – with a badge and everything!
Act I – So Marc works in a clinical setting. He is basically the ‘go-to’ guy. Last week, one of the nurses discovered that meds kept coming up short. It was happening for a few days until they basically knew something was fishy. Marc found out about it and was immediately on the case. He remembered there were extra Sharps disposal containers in the storage shed behind the facility and that the lock had recently been broken. So, he put two and two together and sure enough…there were the drugs. Case closed.
Act II – We were working out at Planet Fitness today. If you haven’t been, after you use a machine, you have to wipe it down. To accommodate, there are paper towel dispensaries everywhere. They are attached to trashcans so you can throw the paper towels away, which is weird to me because the automatic hand dryers in the bathroom have stickers on them bragging about how many trees they save…but anyway, I digress. So, we had been there 1.5 hours and I tapped out before Marc because he exercises for like 12 hours 
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We met up at the car and he said, ‘you missed the action.’ Apparently, an older gentleman was at the paper towel station and fainted, bringing down the paper towel dispenser and the trashcan on top of him. Of course, Mr. Safety Patrol was the closest to the guy and saved the day. He pulled the ‘50-pound’ trashcan off him, told him to stay down for a bit, got him water, got him help, blah…blah..blah. 
The guy was ok and bolted out of the building in what I can only imagine was sheer embarrassment and irritation that he now had to cancel his membership – which is an act of Congress at Planet Fitness.
Act III – After the gym, we go to Unos. We go once a week, usually on Saturdays, for lunch. He has two gin and tonics; I have a Blue Moon, we play Rummie and harass the waitstaff. 
. (Fun fact, that was where we went on our first date). Now…Rummie is a serious thing in our life and he played a card that DEMOLISHED my hand. It was not nice. But, being the mature, professional and proper woman that I am, I very reasonably responded by telling him he was an awful human and that he should come up with a performance improvement plan to work on it. He replied, without skipping a beat:
‘You’re probably right but…I did break up a drug ring and saved a life this week so…there is that. Followed up by Janet Jackson’s ‘What Have You Done For Me Lately?’ I DIED laughing. It was so funny. Maybe it was the Blue Moon. I don’t know. But, I’m still laughing.
Happy Saturday guys, I hope you laugh a lot this weekend!
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