Monday, April 30, 2007
The Importance of Pants
I'm at work today, touring another department of the hospital, when I and everyone else in the therapy room overhears this phone conversation (mainly because the guy was talking super loud...I'm pretty sure he was hard of hearing).
"Hi."
...
"This is your father."
...
"Someone brought me the wrong pants. I think they are your mother's."
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"Well I can't do them up, so they don't stay up. And whenever I stand up they fall down, and everyone here gets a bit of a thrill." [he says matter-of-factly]
....
[By this point we are all laughing, so I have no idea of the rest of the conversation.]
ahh the elderly...at least I can laugh everyonce in a while at work.
"Hi."
...
"This is your father."
...
"Someone brought me the wrong pants. I think they are your mother's."
....
"Well I can't do them up, so they don't stay up. And whenever I stand up they fall down, and everyone here gets a bit of a thrill." [he says matter-of-factly]
....
[By this point we are all laughing, so I have no idea of the rest of the conversation.]
ahh the elderly...at least I can laugh everyonce in a while at work.
