exchanging pleasantries
Hey so I'm sick today. That means no kissing, Liz. Right. I'll keep that in mind.
Oh poop. Poop, poop, poop. (pause) I can't say anything else cuz i'm around kids a lot. Not good for them to hear those other words. Say, could you wipe my schnoz? that would be a negative. but i'll sure give you some tissue.
Yeah, my husband died just a little while a go. (sympathetic face. mumbling something about being sorry.) Yeah. It's really a bummer because I lost all of his social security income! (raises eyebrows) oh, is that right?
Friend: Alright now, you behave. (commence shuffling out the door.) Patient: (giggles) I'll try not to molest them. (winks at me) I'll keep my hands to myself! and this is the part where I am glad that I can drive and laugh at my partners trapped in the back.
I hate hospitals! Hate them. Can't trust those people. why's that? Well! My father went in for his fifth bypass surgery. Never heard from him since. really? I am serious. He went in and disappeared.
Elvis is an alien. (snickering from behind the driver's seat.)
271, H1N1.... I MEAN, H1 is 1010.
Last time I was in an ambulance, you were probably still in middle school. And when was that? back in '85. Ah. Well. I wasn't born yet. Am I that old already? . . .
You're a good driver. I don't care what these guys say about you. And that, old fellow, is why I love you.
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Thank you so much for posting. This just made my night!
-Melinda