Woohoo. It’s a pineapple. I know that’s not at all impressive but I don’t grow things, and much like myself neither does my sister. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw this in her back yard when I went to visit down in Miami. Tropical victory garden anyone?
I am currently at Jackson Hispital in Miami. Here are a few observations:
I feel a lesser sense of urgency to move out of the way of an abulance when it is so close to it’s destination. Come on, let me cross the street.
I just saw a nurse give a bum a cigarette.
Many of the residents are no older than me and I can tell, just by looking at them, that they watch Scrubs too much.
There is a RedBull vending machine by the emergency room entrance. Who is the target market here?
I prefer my male doctor to have facial hair. I prefer my female doctor to not have facial hair. These preferences reduce my pool of prefered doctors much more than you might first imagine.
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