Many people have said I will have so many stories from this experience...
At the phlebotomist's (I just had to use that big word to sound knowledgable - it is the word for the person who takes your blood but sure sounds like a big deal doctor, doesn't it?) office today:
I got on the elevator with a man who fell asleep standing up. He looked like he had a tough night. The bell that announces we are at our floor scared him out of his sleep and he yelped. Did I forget to tell you we were only on the 6th floor?
He got off the elevator ahead of me and went straight to the bathroom. I went to the office, checked in, and sat in the waiting room.
Guess who walked in?
Sure enough: my tired elevator partner with his newly created specimen in hand. Maybe I am being negative but I am pretty sure he may fail the urine test.
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