“Embalming fluid?” The leggy blond, with hair that would make Repunzel look haggish, perched on the edge of the examining table. She fingered her sleek and shiny tresses. Her baby blues full of questions.
A nurse, had her hand on the woman’s quivering shoulder.
“Do you work in a mortuary?” The aging doctor tried to be delicate while examining the MRI scans showing extensive brain damage.
“What?” screamed the beauty queen. Are you nuts?”
“Only formaldehyde could do this,”
The savvy nurse took a closer look at blondie’s locks. ‘Dr. – she’s been salon shopping. One to many Brazilian Blow Outs.”