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Robert Bloch. "I have the heart of a child. I keep it in a jar on my shelf."
This one goes straight into the I wish I’d said this myself file which is also the home of steal this to use later material.
I was keeping myself perfectly together today in the back of the ambulance because the poor woman we were transporting was eighty one years young and in pain. While this doesn’t seem like a very funny situation this lady had a wig on that was three sizes too big and it was moving more than she was. Everything was fine because I never looked Jason in the eye and there was some serious work to be done. Once she was stable she decided to tell us through the oxygen mask that she was wearing a wig. Everything was still under control on my end even though I was in the midst of shifting it away from its jaunty position covering her left eye when Jason had to tell her he couldn’t tell. You know that thing where you stifle a laugh, snort, cough, and choke? I had one of those as I was getting out of the back to drive. The people I passed running lights and sirens must have thought I was crazy because I was laughing so hard I was crying. I pulled my self together by the time we arrived at the ER. After we transferred her to the hospital bed Jason was giving report to the nurse so I was getting her situated. By the time I went to put a new pillow under her head the hair hat had slipped down over the top of her nose. I cracked a smile but I was cool until the nurse got me with “is that a wig?” as I lifted it for my final alignment. I’m still feeling guilty but believe me, if she couldn’t tell that much polyester had fallen completely across her face my ongoing road to hell didn’t phase her. Tomorrow I have to tell you about the five dollars I lost when we got back to the station. Let me just say that I had no idea I was betting against a sideshow freak.
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