Monday, January 10, 2005

going bananas

And I thought I had a rough day at work...

DH calls and says, "How's it going?" When I tell it is going, somewhere, he tells me, "I got hit in the head by a banana."


Seems he was working in the ER, near a patient who was baker acted. The patient suddenly began hurling his lunch at everyone in sight. He took the banana and WHUMP! Hit my husband on the back of the head.

"It was a big banana," DH told me. "12 inches."

I tried my best NOT to make a snarky remark. Failed. What do you say to your husband when he tells you a 12-inch banana attacked him?

Is Friday here yet?

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