Yesterday my co-worker received a pre-op phone call from the hospital. He has five monster kidney stones and is having them blasted – well, a few hours ago now, actually! But yesterday, the order of the day was to answer at least thirty questions over the phone from the hospital interviewer.
My friend’s phone volume is set to loud, so I was able to hear the voice on the other end. A deep, husky man’s voice for sure. But a bit into the phone call I began to hear my friend answer slowly and articulately, “Yes ma’am. Yes ma’am.”
I looked at him questioningly. In his southern drawl he relayed this story:
“Well, he started to ask me questions about my surgery. He asked if I knew what time to be there. I said, “Yes, sir.” He said, “I’m a WOMAN.” I said, “Yes, ma’am,” and then continued to answer her questions.”
Such finesse! Such style! Such recovery! If only I were so good. In the meantime, I have to get back up in my chair. I fell out laughing!
Now, for your Friday viewing pleasure. This little boy is all that and a bag of chips. Just TRY to watch this without smiling!
