I was burdened with the responsibility of making sure the potluck line stayed in order.
It was a queue cumber.
If I failed, we’d all be in a pickle.
No big dill.
“I say, Mr. Stanley, bring that camera closer! You can’t possibly capture our first meeting in Africa from so far away.”
“Dr. Livingstone, I pre-zoom.”
I’m adding a new triage level. Level zero.
It’s where you tell the patient “Follow me. We will find you a room.”
Then you walk them out to the parking lot and point at their car and say “get in that thing and drive home to your room”