Freaking Andy.

This may turn out to be one of those things that you had to be there to appreciate, but remember Andy, my co-worker who draws on my name-badge? I've got a new story about him.

One of the surgeons we both work with bought us each a really fancy can of really fancy nuts. I brought mine home yesterday and I've already eaten about half of them, but Andy didn't, and in fact left them in the locker room all day on the bench between our lockers. Every time I saw them, I wanted to find what room he was working in and ask if I could open them, but I didn't see him until almost the end of the day. I told him I've been watching them and waiting for him to open them so I could steal some.

Then when I was leaving for the day, I saw they had a note stuck to them. It said, "Ray, quit staring at my nuts."