I just had a patient call to ask what time his appointment is this morning and where we are located. As I am explaining it to him I can hear doors closing, faucets running, and children laughing in the background.
At the end of the call he tells me, "I'm stuck in a traffic jam so I might be a little late."
Uh.... sure you are.
Apparently I was born yesterday.
After my past few, very serious, posts and their subsequent publishing/accolades I tried to convince myself that I would make this a "serious" blog with "serious" topics. (On my off-days I dress like Jorge Ramos and stand in front of a mirror discussing world politics.)
Then I remembered that its very hard for me to be serious two days in a row.
So for those of you coming to my blog expecting deep and profound thoughts, I apologize.
It will just be an extension of me:
Weird. Random. Usually absurd. And only occasionally on the mark.
Anything else is a fluke of nature and/or heavy medication.
I just got this wiff of memory from the last elections when I was in my community college.
The Republican Students Association (or whateva it was called) brought in someone to campaign for the Reps about a week before the elections.
The only thing I remember about the delegate was the fact that he was wearing foundation and blush, and that he had quite obviously gotten hair plugs put in because his scalp was sprouting tufts of hair in a perfect 1/2 inch by 1/2 inch grid.
Why did I remember this?
I have no idea.