Clint and Co., were dispatched to a medical call recently: An older* woman had ***KLUNK!*** fallen right off of her barstool, and hurt her back and neck. [I use the term "older" loosely; she was not that much older than I; I mean only to clarify that this is not a sorority girl story, of which there are plenty in this town.]
When asked if she'd been drinking, she admitted: Yes. Beer. Number of beers, approximately? "12 or 20" was her answer. Poor little lamb; we all know it's hard to keep track after #3.
A collar was placed on the woman's neck, and a backboard slid under her, when Clint was stopped by another woman in the bar:
"Can you guys call her husband when you get to the hospital?" she asked him, "to let him know how she's doing?"
"Where," Clint asked, "is her husband?"
The woman told him, "He's right there, at the end of the bar."
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And I just don't know what else to say about that, that wouldn't be stating the obvious. I'll let you take it from here. Comments, anyone?
I'm sorry I can't stop laughing enough to really comment.
ReplyDeleteStephanie
How is my wife doing anyway? The Cubs were playing, what can I say.
ReplyDeleteMike woodbeck
If you weren't all the way in Illinois, I would swear you were talking about my family.
ReplyDeleteClint should submit that to Reader's Digest on the job stories-thingies (can't remember the exact name).
ReplyDeleteToo funny!
How many drinks did he have?...
ReplyDeleteI a rolling
OMG - that couldn't be funnier if it was supposed to be a joke.
ReplyDeleteAndrew had better go with me to the hospital if I drink 20 beers and fall over. Yikes.
I really don't know whether to laugh or cry.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm can't stop laughing.
Yah, kids; I couldn't make this stuff up. Too funny, eh?
ReplyDeleteOh, man!
ReplyDeleteClint must have lots more stories!
That is priceless. You know you're going to be reading that next year in those e-mails you get on a Friday afternoon, right?
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