Overheard In The ER

AD: “Nice guitar, Mongo. I didn’t know you played.”

Mongo the Mental Health Tech: “Mongo get new Fender Stratocaster for Christmas. Mongo like.“

Favorite Doc: “Know any songs, Mongo?”

MMHT: “Mongo know Smoke On The Water. Wanna hear?”

[strums out a few chords of the song]

AD: “Not bad, Mongo. Know anything else?”

MMHT: “Nah, Mongo still learning. Crazy people no give Mongo enough free time to practice. Mongo just pawn in game of life.”

Favorite Doc: “Well, you got the hands for it, Mongo. Those are guitarist’s hands. Or a pianist’s.”

AD: “What about me? I’ve got big hands and long fingers, too.”

Favorite Doc: “Your hands were meant for different gifts, AD. Like clearing the fecal impaction in Room Four, for instance. Why don’t you go dig out the doo doo that you do so well?”

AD (sighing): “I always get the shit details.”