“I really like this crown molding. Do you think I could get your carpenter’s name and number later? Now, which hospital do you want to go to?”
“She really doesn’t have room to call anyone racist. There’s a framed picture of Huey Newton hanging on her wall.”
“I don’t know what it is. Call it atrial bigeminy. That should confuse them long enough.”
“No sir, I don’t want to see your testicles. I believe you.”
“I’m sorry you are having a bad day. Perhaps you shouldn’t have come to work?”
“Dude, we just hiked half a mile in 90 degree heat to get to you; you’re going to the hospital.”
It was a busy day.