Dr. Grumpy: "Awesome! That's a fun trip! What did you guys do while you were there?"
Mrs. Sadd: "We went to my father's funeral."
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Foot, meet mouth
Dr. Grumpy: "Awesome! That's a fun trip! What did you guys do while you were there?"
Mrs. Sadd: "We went to my father's funeral."
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I think we all have this conversation at some point. I did that to one of my managers once when she came in after a couple weeks out to print some photos.
They were for a display at her mother's funeral.
So what does an MRI of foot-in-mouth look like? ;)
Maybe they got to attend the funeral wearing black bikinis. It sounds better than attending a funeral in Bismark ND, anyway.
If I had to go all the way to Hawaii for my father's funeral, I'd be taking a bathing suit and enjoying mai-tais on the beach. Once we planted dad, of course.
Open mouth, insert foot. So Grumpy, how did it taste? :-)
Word verification: cursin: what you did right after you stuck your foot in your mouth.
I bet Mrs. Sadd has a blog that she writes about doctors that drive her nuts.
well we had a similar day..read my blog...
What they don't tell you in travel brochures: even in Hawai'i, people die.
Both you and Pharmacy Chick tonight... putting your feet in your respective mouths over patients' dead relatives. I'm sure they understand ;-)
It's not like you could have known that! :) Most people go to Hawaii for vacation, so it's perfectly understandable that you'd think she was on vacation.
Oops
Eeep that's a sucky way to start a conversation. But I'm kind of glad to know I'm not the only one who has done that :S
Maybe I'm weird to think this but part of me thinks she fished for the foot in mouth answer to make you feel bad by saying Hawaii instead of just saying funeral...
Been there, done that. Foot in mouth up to hip at times.
Heh.. I did that.
Not the foot in mouth, but the funeral in hawaii thing.
It was actualyl very pleasant as my family has a very viking opinion on things. "They wouldn't want us to be sad... they want to see us happy." So we all get together, and remember the good times... share a few tears, but try to make it a Good Trip all the same....
It's hard... Especially when it's the second funeral in a year's time (grandma, then grandpa..) but... they wouldn't want to see us sad.
can you tell I'm still not quite over it? But that didn't stop me from going out of sushi, shave ice and relaxing on the beach.
That's almost as bad as me asking a random woman when she was due, only to find out she was 4 months postpartum.
Now I don't make any comments unless I see an umbilical cord and a head popping out between their legs.
Candice, it seems Pharmacy Chick just can't keep her mouth shut. was at corporate many months ago when one of our pharmacy corporate ladies were coming down the stairs. I swear to GOD she had on a maternity dress, complete with the princess waist, the pleats, etc. I said "Hey, I I didn't know you were pregnant!" Thank GOD she had a sense of humor. she said " I'm not, Im just fat!". But because a certain someone overheard that interchange everybody in the company knew in short order and I had to die that death over and over...
"What dies in Hawaii, stays in Hawaii."
Pharmacy Chick said: "But because a certain someone overheard that interchange everybody in the company knew in short order and I had to die that death over and over..."
Yep, ol' Murphy loves to do that..
At least you did not say "Hawaii!, I'd DIE to go to Hawaii!!!"
Pharmacy chick, I totally did that once. I congratulated one of the NPs on her pregnancy and she just shot me a look of murder. Even though we were secluded enough that no one else heard, she still gives me a glare whenever I run into her. I tried to apologize but I guess there was no changing anything.
I worked at the schoolhouse that trains all military medical school technicians. Physicians are assigned as department heads. To ensure the students don't harm themselves, dangerous equipment, such as defibrillators, are disabled from actually discharging via the paddles. Once day an EMT came running into our offices to find out if there were any functional defibs in the facility since the one in the cardiology department didn't. I said no. He ran back out. Later, when the guy stopped in again, I sarcastically asked if somebody had dropped dead. When he answered yes I felt like melting into the ground. Exceptionally crass. I was lucky though. He told me that the autopsy revealed that the victim's heart had "exploded" and no amount of life-saving measures would bring him back. ULP! By the time my assignment ended at the school, all departments had been equipped with the then-brand-new talking aed units.
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