MY DAY AT THE MEDICAL SUPPLY STORE
(2) The weather outside is frightful so there have been very few customers in my medical supply store over the past several days. I tried the old (1):”Rain, rain go away come again another day” routine, but it is still pouring.
Not wanting to totally waste another day, I took the new clerk, Lucy, to the back room to show her some of the medical equipment we sold and explain how it worked. I didn’t know my wife had come in while we were back there.
My wife is a real looker but, like Lucy, is not always smarter than a 5th grader. She has no medical knowledge at all so I understand why at first she was quite upset when she overheard the following conversation.
Lucy: (4) What do I do with these funny looking doo-dads??
Me: That’s called a sphygmomanometer. You use to measure the sphygmus.
Lucy: It measures the sphygmus? (Laughing now) “What a funny word.”
Me. (6) Stop Laughing!!! It’s called the sphygmus because it comes from the Greek word sphygmos meaning a throbbing or pulsation. Now, are you going to keep laughing or would you like to take my sphygmus?
Lucy: You know, I really would like to try. (5) In medical school, I’ve been told I don’t know a sphincter from a sphincter pupillae so maybe this is the only thing I can do that is at least related to the medical field. Come on then, sit right here and let’s get started. Take off your shirt.
Well, it was at this point my wife came in looking really upset. “So this is how you spend the day when I’m not around” she began. Then she saw the sphygmomanometer, which she new better as “that blood pressure thingy" and busted out laughing. Lucy was taken aback at first, but after my wife made her understand what had happened, they were both laughing with tears rolling down their eyes. Lucy was almost falling on the floor repeating, much to my chagrin, “You thought I was going to do it with HIM?? Oh my!!!”
I’m waiting outside in the rain for my wife now. I just couldn’t stay in there any longer listening to them going on and on. (3) Being wet is better than being in there having my ego destroyed one laugh at a time. Maybe next time I’ll just teach Lucy about the thermometer.
2007-11-14 11:42:30
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answer #1
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answered by ghouly05 7
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Story in a poem
Rain Rain Go Away (1)
You’ve gone and spoiled my “No Work Day”
Being wet is better than being blue but what do I do (3)
With these funny looking doo-dads that look like a shoe (4)
Oh I see they’re galoshes, they fit me I bet
The weather outside is frightful but yet (2)
I can go anywhere in these bright yellow boots
Stop laughing!! It’s called (6) an all-weather “Mac” AND it suits!
I have been told I don’t know my left foot from my right(5)
Go skipping in the puddles? I think that I might
Make the most of the weather, be a kid, go and play
Who wants to be an adult, not me, not today!
PS Top work Ghouly! Mega LOL
2007-11-15 01:57:36
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answer #2
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answered by *Jellz* 6
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"WHAT DO I DO WITH THESE FUNNY LOOKING DOO-DADS??", Brad asked laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING!!! IT'S CALLED super duper gully washer stoppers!", I shot back hurt that my husband was laughing at me instead of supporting me. "I've been looking forward to this weekend for weeks and just look, rain!"
"Honey," he chuckled. "There will be other weekends. We can rent the cabin again. Or we can go any way. BEING WET IS BETTER THAN BEING naive enough to actually believe in this stuff."
"I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT I DON'T KNOW scientific fact FROM hocus pocus! But it is scientific fact that these do work!", I pouted.
"Okay," he breathed patiently. "I KNOW THAT THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL BUT these little googly goop hocus pocus things are just a bunch of shiny marbles."
"Well, they're my shiny little marbles!", I snapped back taking the five shiny orbs from him.
"Okay, Honey, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Show me how they work."
I knew he was only humoring me but I led him to kneel in front of the fireplace with me any way. I placed the five little marbles in a row in front of me. "RAIN, RAIN GO AWAY," I chanted. "Take my offering and come another day." With that I tossed a marble into the flame. There was a hissing, a snapping and sparks in a multitude of colors shot up the chimney. I repeated my chant four more times with the same results and then sat back to watch.
"Wow, I have to hand it to you, Honey," he chuckled. "That was some firework display."
"Sh-h-h!" I cautioned. "Listen, Do you hear something?"
He shook his head. "Not a thing."
"Exactly!" I laughed. "Some may call her a swamp witch but Madam Marie Leveau is never wrong! Shall we start packing?"
2007-11-14 21:11:05
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answer #3
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answered by Ladybug II 6
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