- where the fuck that lost sock went
- why that moron in front of me won't get out of my way
- how anyone eats pickled herring
- why some idiot patients feel the overwhelming need to lie to me
- why these idiots think I'll actually believe their ridiculous stories
To wit, a fine young gentleman (read: idiot) was brought to my fine trauma bay after he was allegedly assaulted. Assaults are often amusing because of the preposterous stories they tell. Fortunately this guy was no different (and no smarter) than the rest. His story was just slightly different than the one the police told. Let's see which one is more believable:
Patient's version: So I found this set of keys on the ground outside my apartment, right? And I thought I would be a good citizen and return them to the rightful owner, you know? So I did what any Good Samaritan would do - I tried the keys in a bunch of doors until I found the one it would fit in so I could give them back. I should get the Nobel Peace Prize and stuff because I'm such a good guy. But a group of thugs thought I was trying to break in, so they beat the shit out of me with a hammer.
Police's version: He stole a set of keys and was trying to break in to a house when the neighbours saw him and beat the shit out of him with a hammer.
Hm...it's hard to decide whom to believe.