Two words. Actually only one, if you consider this particular phrase as a single compound word. Two words is all it took for a certain Labor & Deliver nurse to decide I needed to go on a date with someone she knew. Two words. Those two words acted as introduction, point, counter-point, and conclusion to her. I, on the other hand, still do not know this particular nurse's name; come to think of it, I am not sure she knows mine. Those details were not part of the conversation. A conversation went like this:
Bryce, walking down the hallway, discussing with fellow intern the intricacies of the housing market: I know, unbelievable, right?
Fellow Intern: Ridiculous. I can't belie-
L&D nurse, to other nurses in hallway: I can find out.
L&D nurse, interrupting Fellow Intern: How old are you?
Bryce, uncertainly: Twenty-nine.
L&D nurse: I have someone I want to set you up with.
And, scene.
I'm still a little confused myself.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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