While visiting Altoona, PA, I needed to see a doctor, and naturally there were forms to fill out. If it had been a Medicaid claim, hopefully I would have had PA. Because I didn't have insurance, I had to report my PA salary. Well, I used to work as a PA for a rock band, but that required membership in a PA. Now I make more as the PA for a manufacturing firm, completing many a PA for raw materials. Later on, I hope to be a PA for the same airline where I used to work in the freight department, figuring the PA for each damaged shipment. Anyway, I'm just glad I'm not one of those poor people who has to go on PA; I had enough money in my PA to pay for the visit. They also wanted to know whether I had turned over PA to anyone else, which of course I haven't. I sat in the waiting room until they called my name on the PA system. It sounded kind of weak; it probably needed a new PA. When I got to the examining room, I found that instead of an MD, I would be treated by a PA. Although I was sick, not a hair was out of place, since I take better care of my PA than I do my health. --PA
This story is fiction, a Phantasmic Account, you might say. Any resemblance to Persons Actual (living or dead) or Physical Acts (real or fantasized) is Purely Accidental.