T.G.I.F.

The Doktah occasionally used the lab’s acetone to remove her nail polish. One time, her nose itched during the removal, so scratched it. Unfortunately, she scratched it with the hand holding the acetone-soaked paper towel, and she nearly passed out.

When she told me about it, I asked her if she’d been drinking. “What?” she said.

“Well, it is Friday,” I replied. I only meant to point out that we had just come from group meeting, at which we were supplied with beer because it was the only way to get people to come, but instead I implied that she is a lush.

“Touche,” she replied.