C.: (Well, now than I’m drifting through space, I can let my mind wander. Speaking os traveling through space, how can the universe be ever expanding if it’s endless? And what made Archimedes decide on 3.1459 as the value for the most publicized irrational number in math history? And how do humans know what we animals can and cannot see? None of them have ever been an animal. And… Hey, wow! This is interesting. In the new window that opened to Earth, I can see people’s thought, somehow. I wonder what d.c.’s coworkers are thinking about.)
Sleepy Joe: Ah yes, the nineteen nighties. Those were the good old days. Just like now, we couldn’t touch the inmates, but our horses could! We had those horses trained really well!
Those were the days.
The world’s oldest nurse: I know that I’ve been saying this for twenty years, my esteemed coworker, but I really am only going to work one more year…well, maybe two, or three, but that’s it. Unless….
d.: I wonder what Eudora is cooking for dinner? She said it would be special. I hope it’s my favorite, Mexican food. I’ll be able to go home and see in exactly…Let’s see, it takes me five minutes to walk to my truck from the medical department, and it will take me ten minutes to drive home. That’s fifteen minutes if the one traffic light I must deal with isn’t malfunctioning, like it often does. I’ll just add five minutes onto my time to be safe. Carry the two, divide by pi, and multiply by the square root of ninety. Yes, I’ll be home in nine hours, fifteen minutes and seventeen seconds, give or take a second. That is, barring anything unforeseeable happening. I can hardly wait.
Coworker: You don't even remember my name, do you? We've been on the same shift for three years~ Never mind.
I was just wondering why is Mr. scot salivating? It’s not even lunch time yet. Maybe he didn’t eat breakfast and his blood sugar is low. I’d better check it out. He gets confused and even more forgetful when that happens and may be combative, too. I’d better get ol’ Minnie to help me distract him. Then, I’ll sneak up on him and prick his finger…
Now. let’s see, what was my password again? Okay, now I need to open another window, and then this one. I must use three different pass words and none of the characters can be the same. And I can’t write any of them down, because that would be a breach of etiquette. There must be at leas one number in the password, but no more than three. And special characters are only allowed in the main password to my computer profile…Ouch!! Why did you do that?
CW: Well, your blood sugar is within normal range. Why are you salivating?
d.: Because I was anticipating what I’m going to eat for dinner tonight. I might even skip lunch to have more of it.
CW.: What are y’all having that has you salivating?
d.: My favorite dish.
CO.: Which is?
d.: I know the answer to this question. It’s…no, that’s not it. Oh, it’s…no, that’s not it either.
CW.: What dish is it?
d.: Yes, that’s it. That is my favorite dish. It’s….
C.: Wow, that’s weird! I must have passed all the way through that window. I can’t read d.c. and his coworkers’ thoughts anymore, so I guess that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.*
*The blog post above is a fictional account. If this had been an actual event, with a mind-reading talking cat traveling through space in a time machine, that would be strange, wouldn’t it? This blog post does not depict a real situation or real people or any actual live animals. No talking cats or other animals, nurses, or any other medical personnel were harmed during the production of this blog post.
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