The phone rang. It was my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian: I'd recognise his soft snarl anywhere.
I'm in the hospital. Get down here quick!
Jesus, Gonad, I said, are you sick? Injured? Shot?
No. I'm being arrested. Come quick.
I was there in eight minutes and elbowed my way past the fat cop at the door. Let me through. I'm not a lawyer!
Gonad was in one of the bathrooms, restrained by two burly cops. A man in a white coat was lying on the ground being resuscitated. I noticed his clothes were soaking wet.
What happened here? I demanded.
Gonad stared at me. I never like to see that wild look in his eye.
This porter tried to make me take a bath before my minor surgical procedure.
It looked bad. Gonad has never washed in his life.
So, I urged. What happened?
What do you think happened? I held him under the water until he got sense.
I see. And the police were called?
Yeah. They're going to charge me.
With assault?
No, he said, gesturing towards the unconscious man on the floor. The charge is dunkin' this orderly.
:) , you got me!
ps – off topic – looks like someone convinced Cardinal Connell he was in a lose/lose situation.
Ha – brilliant!
Insomnia is rarely this much fun.
Ha – quality!
You're shortlisted, darlin'! Go see! Tres well done.
Woohoo!! Five local blogs listed!!
ha-ha-ho-ho-hee-ha -hawr-hawr-woff-woof-haw-hoo-hee-heh-heh….phew!
good one!
Yes, Good one!
Good one, a real groaner. ;)
Congrats on your shortlistings, Bock.
Well done.
Well done Bock we will have to go out and dunk a few orderlies
Brilliant!! You should do more of this Bock and less screaming about politics before your head explodes.
Groan!