Dear Reader: This one needs some backstory.
My
dad has been to the hospital on more than one occasion. Several
occasions in fact. We are a very blessed, fortunate family that he has
come out on the other side of these visits - only a little worse for the
wear. Curtis is a bit like a cat with 9 lives.
However, I must
mention that, like a cat, his claws are out when caged in a hospital
room for any amount of time. He yells. He cusses. He threatens to sue
(invoking yours truly as his legal counsel). My family has dealt with
this many times; that is why I found this conversation particularly
entertaining.
Me: What are you doing?
Curtis:
I was watchin' this show about people that are taken to the hospital.
The ER. Its kinda crazy. These people are just plain mean. Yellin'
and cussin' at the doctors.
Me: ...
Curtis: I mean, flat out rude - to the staff and everybody.
Me: Have they shown you yet?
Curtis: Huh?
Me: When are they going to show you? I want to watch.
Curtis
(a little indignant): What do you mean? I never really know whats
going on when I'm there. I'm not mean to those people!
Me: Oh I beg to differ, father.
Curtis: Hehehe...Well, I wouldn't be on this show anyway. They did some follow up with the folks on it and I never got a call.
Me: Well they missed out on some good TV.
Curtis: Yeah....you're probably right.
