Me: "So, she's painfree and everything seems fine. I don't think there's anything wrong and she can go home."
Boss doc: "That sounds good to me. Tell her there's nothing to worry about...well, there's plenty else to worry about...Palestine, global warming, North Korea...but nothing to worry about that we can do anything about."
Me: "Right. Aside from unforeseen nuclear conflict, if she gets pain again she can come back."
Boss doc: "Exactly. If she gets worse and dies, she can come back."
Me: "And if she's well enough to come back from the grave, we'll just send her home again."
Boss doc: "You're learning."
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2 comments:
kekekek
i love ED bosses
jz
Ha ha ha, that's really funny and incredibly witty. I am imagining that if it was me, it would have taken a lot of slow thought to come up with that... like we would have been walking downstairs, stopping at each floor for the next line of witty repartee. I have a strong suspicion that one or both of you stole that from Scrubs. And if you didn't, then Scrubs will soon steal it from you.
:-) take care, and next time maybe broaden the dance-club net, eh?
hugs K
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