two tongue depressors for one very big-mouthed man
(doctored)
HE visited his doctor's office. One of several patients the nurse had lined up in a row of adjacent examing rooms, he grew impatient. He shifted his weight and tapped his fingers looking for something to do.
Then he spied the tongue depressor dispenser on the table. He borrowed two for an art project, rationalizing that he would have asked the doctor, but he was busy accumulating vast earnings. When he finally came in, the pocketing had been forgotten.
Arriving back home he emptied his pockets and found the swag. He made a mental note to pay for the balsam when next he returned. But rationalizing (again): his bill well-covered two flimsy depressors anyway.
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