So, I met Paul for dinner in Bethesda.
And as we were walking to restaurant, he asked how my day was.
“Good.” I said. “I trained some girls in how to sell paper….and….um….well…I got some good emails….”
“Cool, baby” he said.
“What did you do today? Any surgeries?” I asked.
“I held a guy’s heart in my hand.”
And at that moment…I knew.
I knew.
I was absolutely certain that for the rest of our lives…unless I discover a solid replacement for the gluestick…Paul is for sure going to be paid a higher salary than me.
enJOY it 
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