Bad Day For The Back

When I woke up in the morning I could just tell it was going to be a bad day.  I was late for work and got a speeding ticket on the way there.  Of course my boss wasn’t happy to see me show up late so he made me move the paper from the loading dock up to the second floor copy room.  Each box of paper must weighsomewhere around fifty pounds.  As I made my way up the stairwell, Ernesto raced by and ran out the back door.  When he came by, I twisted my back the wrong way and had to leave work for the only chiropractor duluth ga could give me that early in the morning.

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