hiding under the furniture of the Dr's office. Mom said I was so jammed up underneath the couch in the waiting room that they had to lift it, then tip it to extricate me.
I blame her totally, she started the day asking me if I wanted to go get a Coke and ever since then claims she didn't BS me but instead said Do you want to go get a "poke".
Many years later, still not forgiven. I keep telling her I'm watching 60 minutes to get an idea of the best reviews for retirement homes.
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