Overheard at the ER.
Lady Doctor: Cosa kel, Sir? (How may I help you, Sir?)
Sour-faced guy (looking like a truck accessories salesman): Pwede yo saka medico-legal, doctora? (Can you issue me a medico-legal certificate, doctor?)
Lady Doctor (Pen in one hand, coffee in the other): Cosa ya pasa contigo, Sir? (Ok, what happened?)
Sour-faced guy (calmly): Ya tira comigo, ma’am. (I was shot.)
Lady Doctor (alarmed): Ancina? Onde contigo ya tira? (really? Where’re you hit?) Then, realizing that just about anything could be used as a projectile (including bread), and that the man seems oddly calm and definitely NOT in pain, calmly asks: Ay, ara ya,kun cosa gale contigo ya tira? (And you were shot with what?)
Sour-faced guy: Con utut. (By someone’s fart.)
My classmate and fellow intern (the lady doctor) nearly choked on her coffee. She also nearly drenched me (working at an adjacent table) as she spluttered her way in fits of laughter.
Talk about a Gas-shot wound.
October 30th, 2009 at 12:07 am
o. m. g.