I love going to my chiropractor. After long days of being thrown around, stepped on, slept on, shoved in back packs, going from the washing machine to the dryer, a monkey can get really out of sorts. He can get me back in shape without popping the stuffing out of me. I appreciate that, I need my stuffing.
He's also taught me a thing or two and I'm thinking if this sidekick gig doesn't work out (It's a pretty awesome gig though) maybe chiropractor school. I've been to college (for a day), I can do chiropractor school too. My arms may not be so long but I have a soft touch. My patient seemed pretty happy. Coming for your job Dr. Shelby...