The bus ride

noreply@blogspirit.com (Dave ACENAS) — Mon, 21 Feb 2005 12:59:09 +0800

One afternoon a very preoccupied looking young woman got on my bus. About 15 minutes into the ride, she blurted out, "Oh, my gosh, I think I'm on the wrong bus line." I dropped her at the next stop and gave her directions to the right bus. "I don't know where my mind is today. I must have left it at work," she apologized. Just before she got off, I noticed she was wearing an ID card from an area hospital. "Are you a nurse?" I asked. "Oh, no," she said. "I'm a brain surgeon."

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The bus ride