Quote of the day: "You're not the Hooters girl!"
On my entering an exam room to see a 65 year old man I'd never before me.
His pulse ox was 87%, he could barely complete a sentence.
My nurse had asked him if she could get him anything before she stepped out of the room. He had asked for Miller light and a Hooters girl. Enter me.
Guess he was disappointed, but he eventually left with a pulse ox of 93% and a script for a chest Xray.
That was certainly the first time I've even been accused of being affiliated with Hooters. But, we both got a laugh out of it.