A Sense of Humor

Afraid that a photo is not going to be appropriate today ...

I was pruning the azaleas we have along our front walk yesterday and I happened to take a tiny bit of the tip off the middle finger of my left hand with one of the shoots from the plant [ note to self: Don't wear bifocal sunglasses when you're pruning bushes! ]

Nothing major, but I created a real bleeder and my wife took me to the MedEmerge facility for the cleanup. Got this great nurse with a wonderfully twisted sense of humor; my kind; someone who will really play with me with a bit of repartee. Because of all the work I do in the healthcare environment, I run across it alot; these people have to have some way of blowing off the tension when they're up to their asses in alligators and seconds count. I'm picking up on it much more quickly now, usually the body language and part of the first sentense will do it.

So I told her that I was in the Witness Protection Program with the Feds and I was trying to alter my fingerprints. Without skipping a beat, she very discreetly took her name badge off and slipped it in her pocket saying "Thank you, 'Mr. Smith' for that piece of information" .

Nothing like livin' in Joisey! [Did I mention that Tony Soprano, in the guise of James Gandolfini, lives acouple of miles away in my town?]

Nat