So last night I hooched my youngest son off to the local Horsepital as he was running a Temp of 103. Approached Nurse Ratchett at the Counter in the ER. She looks at me,then looks at son. First words outta her mouth was "Do you have Insurance"? When I indicated YES she cordially handed me a REAM of Forms along with a clipboard and TWO ink pens.
After 40 minutes of writing furiously I anxiously waited for her to come get a DNA sample from me to prove that I was a real hard-working American Taxpayer...with viable Income....and my picture was not featured on the walls of every Post office in the Noo England area.
Long story...short....Last night was such an enjoyable experience that I am now contemplating capping a round into my left foot and blowing my pinky toe right into oblivion....just to get back to Nurse Ratchett and bask in her warm personality and true caring for all who appear before her.
Have a nice day all.
Boomer.....who is rounding up the paperwork for his Legal name change to "PONCHO"...And says don't blame me...I didn't post signs with Spanish Directions to the Horsepital.