Occupation

A routine call on a Friday night to a pub. Not an unpleasant pub, just to a twenty-something year old guy who happened to get in the way of the bouncers while they they ‘ejecting’ someone. His slightly unbalanced, slightly intoxicated gait resulted in a rather hard landing on the corner of a wooden box causing an unexpectedly large wound to his lower back.

Injuries aside, the amusement came from the journey into hospital:

Me: So, are you working at the moment?

Patient:  Yeah.

Me: What do you do?

Patient: I’m a groundsman.

Me: Ah right.

Patient: Do you work?

Me: Umm, yeah, I’m a paramedic…

Patient: Ah right.

Yet again, I make a promise to blog more. Yet again, I’ll probably disappoint…

3 comments March 24th, 2010