You sometimes hear or take part in strange conversations if you work in a hospital like I do, but I think today’s conversation took the biscuit. I thought I’d share the one below with you to brighten up your Monday. It was between a colleague, let’s call her Ann, and myself and it went like this:
Ann: We had the wrong post delivered here last Friday. I didn’t look at the address, thought it was ours and opened the box. There was an arse inside.
Me: An arse?
Ann: Yeah, an arse with a hole in.
Me: Don’t all arses have holes in?
Ann: This one was different. It had two holes.
Me: A kind of super-arse? Whose arse was it?
Ann: I found out it belongs to the Tissue Viability girls, whose office is at the end of the corridor. They ordered one so they could practise their bedsore…
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Thanks for re-blogging, Anita.
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