Oct 10, 2009 20:30
When I wandered into the treatment area yesterday, the office manager saw fit to brandish a handful of tracheal tubes at me, for some reason.
"Hey, need any straws?"
"Not... not really."
"Come on- we can have a spitwad fight!"
"EWWWW!"
"You're no fun, Hop. You don't like spitwads?!"
"They have spit on them!"
"Then let's use saline!"
HA!
I still passed on the salinewad fight, though. Maybe I really am no fun. Oh, dear.