I almost got a pitcher of beer poured on my head
I almost got a pitcher of beer poured on my head last night. Had it not been for my instinctive suspicion of other human beings, my catlike reflexes, and a strong wrist (thanks to holding the laryngoscope with difficult to intubate patients), I would have gone home cold, wet, and smelling of beer.
And I maybe—kind of—deserved it. Long story, don't ask. The important thing is: I am dry.
Posted @ 5:42 AM
2 Comments:
11/10/2006
Anonymous writes:
dan writes:
come on - give us the story!
11/13/2006
My slothlike reflexes lead to a different outcome when I found myself in a similar situation. But rather than going home cold, wet, and smelling of beer, I just stuck around to make everyone else endure it, too. That's the kind of attitide that truly separates the wheat from the chaff.
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