Love, And Other Drugs, Part 3
(I am working in the kitchen of a nursing home. At lunch time, I serve meals in the dining room. At the same time, a recently hired nurse is delivering meds to residents at lunch. After three times of us both serving the same person at the same time, we have a conversation.)
Nurse: “We have to stop meeting like this.”
Me: “Where would you like to meet? Your place, my place, or a corner bar? I’ll go anywhere.”
(The nurse pauses and takes a good long look at me.)
Nurse: “How old are you?”
Me: “How old do I have to be?”
Nurse: “At least 21.”
Me: “Can you wait two weeks?”
(We started dating soon after, and were happily married for 11 years before she passed away.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
