So I was sitting in the emergency room at just after midnight one night a few months ago (all I have to say about that is Joan will NEVER eat clams again), and two guys walked in. Both looked like contractors who went out for a drink after knocking off at 2 in the afternoon and stayed out three drinks too long. They wore jeans, work boots, and t-shirts. The 30ish men were jocular and appeared to have all limbs attached with no blood-spurting injuries, which is not what you'd expect from contractors who walk into the emergency room at midnight on Saturday night. One appeared to have a hole in the front of his pants, near his most private area.
They walked up to the young woman at the desk to fill out the admission form. The Hole-in-the-Pants Guy wrote a few lines on the form, presumably his name and such. And then I assume he came to the line entitled, "Reason for Visit."
He paused, and then turned to his buddy.
"I don't even want to write that down," he said.
His friend thought for a few seconds.
"Just put 'groin problem,'" he suggested.
Midnight emergency room visits on a Saturday night are never welcome, but this one seemed a whole lot more tolerable after I heard that line.
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