It’s The Thought That Counts

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Martin was still dressed in scrubs when he approached the cashier in the hospital cafeteria. He presented a tray with his lunch at the cash register.

“Wanna hear something gross?” asked Drew, the cashier.

“Why would I want to?” replied Martin.

“Because it’s cool.”

Martin looked skeptically at Drew. “I don’t think so. Besides, do you know what I see every day?”

“Did you know your sense of smell and taste are connected? If you plug your know, you can’t taste anything. Cool, right?” said Drew.

“I suppose.”

“That means when you smell something bad, you’re tasting it, too.”

“That’s gross,” said Martin.

“You work in surgery, right?”

“Yes,” said Martin with a scowl.

“They do cautery in surgery, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“When you smell it, you’re also tasting the burned flesh. Ew,” laughed Drew.

“You are one sick puppy, Drew.”

Drew laughed. “I know, right? Enjoy your lunch.”

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