poured out before bed
“Ugh. It’s 4:45 and we’re 62 studies behind.”
The radiology resident opens a can of Red Bull with one hand as he shakes the opposite arm free of his white coat.
“So much for a 5:30 beer at O’Tipsy’s.”
The fellow snorts.
“You wanna know what I think of that?”
He tips his head toward the resident, rising slightly from his chair, and there rings out a reverberating “Tuu-WEEEEEEET!”
The two guffaw for an instant. Then, in concert, they sit erect and spin about to look at me.
The fellow’s face turns a shade not unlike the cherries I had for lunch and from his pharynx there comes a curious squeak.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mullberry. That wasn’t very — it’s just that — I mean we usually — “
The resident cuts through the fellow’s string of awkwardness. “He means we’re not used to having ladies around. Sorry about that…and, actually, if you want to head home and enjoy your weekend, that’d be just fine.”
Hey, if a bit of poorly timed flatus gets me home on a Friday at a decent time, it can most certainly fall into my ‘Favorite Things Friday‘ category!