At work this morning the crazy guy came up to me with the sleeve on his t-shirt pulled over his shoulder. He lifted his arm up and pointed his arm pit right at me.
"Is there a tick in my arm pit? Do you see any little black spots?"
I didn't see anything.
"What about that little spot right there?" He motioned toward a tiny mole I was surprised he could even see at that angle.
"That's a mole," I said.
He turned around and showed me his other arm pit. There were no ticks there either.
I'm just glad he didn't do this that time he suddenly announced that he had a tick on his ball-sack and ran off to the bathroom.