The need for speed
My patient had an intracranial hemorrhage, so I called her personal physician immediately, followed by the Neurosurgeon on call. The Neurosurgeon arrived in just a few minutes, well before the primary doc. She asked me, "how did he beat me here?"
I answered, jokingly, "Porsche."
I honestly had no idea what type of car the guy drove, I was just trying to be funny. But he looked at me quizzically, and asked "How did you know?"
I replied, "If I was a Neurosurgeon, I would drive a Porsche 911 Turbo."
Sure enough, that's what he had. Brand new, too.
I answered, jokingly, "Porsche."
I honestly had no idea what type of car the guy drove, I was just trying to be funny. But he looked at me quizzically, and asked "How did you know?"
I replied, "If I was a Neurosurgeon, I would drive a Porsche 911 Turbo."
Sure enough, that's what he had. Brand new, too.
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posted by scalpel at 6:06 AM
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I kept a stethoscope in my glove box, thinking if I ever got a cop on my tail while racing to the hospital, I'd hang it out a window. Never happened; but a friend got followed all the way to the parking lot, at which point the cop drove away, convinced, I guess.
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