I heard part two of the story of Dave (see previous post) at a lunch meeting today.
All four of us ladies are pretty laid back. We asked whether Dave had managed to find any pants. My colleague said, "Did I ever tell you that Dave proposed to me a few years ago?"
Um, no.
Here's how it happened:
Dave was recovering in the ICU after open heart surgery. (Before you read the rest, keep in mind, he was on a morphine drip.)
He said, "Hey, L - I heard you don't have insurance. So why don't we get married?"
L: "Dave! You have Medicaid. That won't work."
Dave: "So you're turning down my proposal?"
L: "Yes."
Five minutes elapse. A nurse comes into the hospital room.
Dave: "L, wow, she's hot!" Dave turns toward the nurse. "Will you marry me?"
I swear I'm not making this up.
Happy almost Friday!
11 comments:
Morphine is a helluva drug.
hmmm...maybe instead of pants, he can just spend the rest of his life wearing hospital gowns with that gaping part in the back and suggesting marriage to anyone who notices...
Aha, if only I knew a morphine drip makes one courageous. Atleast he tried even if he got fried, and dried. :-)
ABFTS: Apparently!
Darth: Yipes. He probably hasn't thought of that yet.
Anil: True!
Never had Morphine and never want it..My mouth runs bad enough sober..:)
GT: Ditto!
Phhh...
Pants. Nature's cockblock.
Mike! LOL! And WTF?! :)
Well Dave sounds like quite the character. :)
I can relate--I LOVED My Drip when I had the Surgery. I'm eating Crisco from the can, to go back in and get some more. And a really creepy thing happened. The Clock on the wall at the foot of my bed stayed on 1:00!!!! Every time I semi- woke up--it was 1:00!!!!!
I couldn't figure out how long I'd been in their.
Turns out the Battery was dead! I mean--I was freaked!!!
J
L: If you ever meet him, he will probably propose! Still want to come to Portland? :)
John: CRISCO?! Eeeewww. The clock thing would creep me out, too.
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