A pin dropping on the floor of the chiropractor’s office was heard as I exited my GMC Sierra as it bounced a couple of times. Not my pickup truck. The pin. Who drops a pin at the chiropractor’s office? How does it bounce on a carpeted floor? Stop reading into things so much.
So as I entered the office to check-in, the needle on the record player scratched across the entire album as everyone looked up at me like I was from the Island of Misfit toys. It was some old Bowie playing. OK. There was no record player.