.... because if a guy was having a heart attack, I'd be thinking about.... oh, I dunno.... driving him to the hospital. Apparently, you are supposed to take him home. See? I just don't have the mindset for that kind of work...
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2 comments:
Well duh. Home is where the aspirin is.
Hospitals didn't have time for that kind of nancy illness in the 40s. Those were tougher times. According to my grandfather.
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