At the Barber's

Today at the barbershop ...
Thank God, I had my haircut before this kid.
He runs up to the barber's chair I just vacated.
The barber asks, "How do you want your hair cut?"
He replies, "I want it really short. We have lice in our school."

Teabonics

I was told to look it up and I did.

For maximum smarts, run it on slideshow and spot the grammatic errors as fast as you can.

For more: Teabonics

I.T.

Far from a super-user here. The consultant's just like me - when I'm at work. There has to be a limit to the number of failed return demonstrations and then one must be officially branded stupid. Patience is a virtue, I'm told.

Too Soon?

This morning. (The RN version.)

Coworker: (referring to her patient) He's anxious. He's ordered for Versed prn.
Me: Who's your patient? Michael Jackson?

The other night ... (For all.)

Coworker: Did you hear? They found out what killed Michael Jackson.
Me: What?
Coworker: Food.
Me: Food?
Coworker: A food allergy.
Me: Really?
Coworker: Yeah. He died eating 10 year old nuts.

"Nutmeg"

Downgrading Nat King Cole’s version of “The Christmas Song” this year.
New holiday staple: the yummylicious John Legend crooning his craving for "Nutmeg."
Warms my heart (and other parts of my anatomy).