Today an elderly vet nearly hit me with his new scooter.
Me, amiably: “You trying to run me over, sir?”
Him, sans dentures: “Doll face, if I was trying to run you over, I would have, and then I would give you mouth-to-mouth for FOUR HOURS!“
As John said, you can’t make this shit up.
And then my encephalopathic patient kissed me. I’d like to think he was just showing his appreciation for the 6 liters of fluid we drained out of his abdomen yesterday.