Okay, so the owner of the Annoying Little Blurfing Dog (you know, that’s the second time in a row that I’ve initially spelled “annoying” “anooying”. My, how anooying.) comes walking past the desk carrying the ALBD. One of our MIS people sees them and says “What, it’s little legs don’t work?”
We then discover that the poor widdle ALBD just woke up. Hence, it needs to be carried. The MIS woman said something, the end of which was “put it down”. I immediately thought “Put it down? I’ll drive you to the vet!”
Don’t blame me, blame my migraine. Or maybe this Pennywise craving I have right now, migraine or no.