Another from Paul:
A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph ‘s Hospital..
She timidly asked, "Is it possible to speak to someone who
can tell me how a patient is doing?" The operator said,
"I’ll be glad to help, dear. What’s the name
and room number of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said,
"Norma Findlay, Room 302." The operator replied,
"Let me put you on hold while I check with the
nurse’s station for that room."
After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, "I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well.. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just
came back normal and her physician, Dr.. Cohen, has
scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow."
The grandmother said, "Oh Thank you. That’s
wonderful. I was so worried. God bless you for the good
news." The operator replied, "You’re more than
welcome. Is Norma your daughter?"
The grandmother said, "No, I’m Norma Findlay in Room
302. No one tells me shit."