When a patient was wheeled into our emergency room, I was the nurse on duty.
"On a scale of zero to ten," I asked her, "with zero representing no pain and ten representing excruciating pain, what would you say your pain level is now?"
She shook her head. "Oh, I don’t know. I’m not good with math."
I phoned a local restaurant to ask if it was on the north or south side of the Main Street.
The person on the other end answered, “That depends on which direction you’re coming from.”
A conference call is the best way for a dozen people to say “bye” 300 times.
My colleague has been living in this country only a few months and is just learning the language.
Although normally chipper, he recently looked sad.
When I asked what was wrong, he responded glumly, “Today, everything wrong is going in my favor.”