Saturday, December 15, 2012
Around 2am, an older woman and her basset hound arrived. He seemed painful, and the client was concerned. During my examination of her sweet old dog, Fritz, the client let one rip.
"My, oh my, I don't know what I've been eating lately that's just made me a gas factory!"
It was the fart heard 'round the world; as she was still farting, she was already apologizing. I managed to maintain my composure, and dismiss it as not a big deal, but through the doorway, I could see my staff absolutely losing it. They turned bright red, tears of laughter, and had to go outside to avoid being offensive.
Much needed comedic relief for a stressful shift!