Yesterday morning, I dropped a friend off at one of our local hospitals for her 1:30 knee repair surgery.
At 8:00 that evening, during visiting hours, I stopped by to see how she was doing...I gave my name and identification at the welcome desk, and said I was there to see my friend. "I don't have that name in this hospital." "But I dropped her here this morning for a 1:30 surgery" "What is her name again? Wait...I do see that she had surgery today, but she doesn't have a room here!" "Yes she does...she told me that she has a private room on the third floor." "Oh, here it is...room #... She is not there because she is still in the recovery room, but you can go up and leave a note for her..."
I went up to the third floor an the room didn't exist...but as I wandered through the halls, by the second staff station, I found the room. And it was a beautiful one for a hospital...more like a suite in a luxury cruise ship! And it should...for what price? Maybe $10,000 per night? As visiting hours were ending, I left evidence of my visit, and left...
When I stopped by the following the evening, the receptionist said that she remembered me from the night before, and said that my friend should be in her room! Better!
No comments:
Post a Comment