The scene – the hospital room of a woman who has recently given birth to two dead babies. Present, the woman, a friend of hers, and the two year old child of the friend.
A wardsman enters to take the woman for a chest x-ray.
Wardsman (to woman, indicating two year old): He’s a bit big for a newborn!
Woman: No, that is my friends toddler.
Wardsman: Where is your baby?
Woman: My baby died.
Wardsman: Oh. Oh well, it could have been worse, it could have been twins.
Woman: It was twins. They both died.
Wardsman: Oh. Sorry about that. You know, my dog is always peeing on the carpet, but I can’t toilet train him, he’s too old. What do you think I should do?
This is pretty much a word for word transcript of a conversation I had this week. It seems unbelievable, but I assure you, I have a witness that was a lot more lucid than I was at the time, and she assures me that my recollection was correct. He also kept talking about his dog and cat peeing on the carpet the WHOLE WAY down to X-RAY, where he then left me alone for a minute, and then came back and harassed me about the pee until I was saved b the X-Ray technician.
At least I have a sense of humour!