Friday was the last day at work for Woody, who has worked in my office for well over a decade. He's leaving to finish classes to be a physician's assistant. We all went out to lunch to wish him good luck and give him various parting gifts, like a fancy set of scrubs.

On our way back from lunch, our office administrator stepped on a nail in an alley, essentially nailing her flip-flop to her foot. Woody, already wearing the top half of his farewell scrubs, took her to the hospital.

We'll miss you Woody.