quickdodge®
03-20-2006, 12:51 PM
A sweet grandmother telephoned a hospital. She timidly asked, "Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"
The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, Dear. What's the name and room number?"
The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said, "Molly Finkel, room 302.
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that Molly is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged Tuesday."
The Grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful! I was so worried! God bless you for the good news."
The operator replied, "You're more than welcome. Is Molly your daughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Molly Finkel in 302. No one tells me shit."
Later, QD.
The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, Dear. What's the name and room number?"
The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said, "Molly Finkel, room 302.
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that Molly is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged Tuesday."
The Grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful! I was so worried! God bless you for the good news."
The operator replied, "You're more than welcome. Is Molly your daughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Molly Finkel in 302. No one tells me shit."
Later, QD.