We were on a company picnic to the local AA minor league team (“The Bladder Spasms”) and we kept hearing all these endorsements for foul balls, double plays, walks, seemingly every conceivable play. I suggested we do this (since we are a hospice company). The marketing staff didn’t go for it. The funny thing was that, about five minutes after I suggested it, the local team actually pulled off a suicide squeeze!
This one really took me by surprise the first time I saw it written on a patient’s chart. I could not for the life of me figure out what else “S.O.B.” might stand for.
Some people are probably wondering about this strip as the characters don’t appear to wear clothes. I think what we see are their clothes and they probably look completely different underneath.
This one was inspired by my work as a hospice chaplain. We were given new tablets last year which require sync’ing several times a day. This strip went over very well at work, even with the bosses.
I’m all for licensed counselors and “doctored” psychiatrists and psychologists, but I also think we could all do some good with some friend-to-friend conversations that aren’t on-line or via text.
The dentist I went to all my growing up years, who was also our orthodontist, had himself and a lady who was a receptionist. Now, when I go to the dentist, there’s 3-4 people at the front desk, 6 or 7 cubicles with a dental hygienist in each, and then seems like a dozen other people running thither and anon. And then, the dentist himself makes a 30 second appearance just at the end. The MD’s office is the same way.
