And yet, also unsurprising. I would be beyond livid if I were unable to see my kid in the intensive care unit because of Beyonce!
I'd have been on the phone to the police over that. And whoever made the decision would either be up on charges or, failing that, the beneficiary of my new hobby of spending a few dozen hours a week complaining to the AHA, JCAHO, hospital board, and any news agency that would listen in the hopes of getting them shitcanned.
Argh! Over the weekend, I booked travel for President's Day weekend, except I did the wrong weekend. Oops. Now to change to the right weekend will cost me a million times more money. Crap. The non-holiday weekend would actually be better for my family, too, but the holiday weekend is better for the friends I am visiting. What to do, what to doooo????
What to do, what to doooo????
Ditch them all and come to SF instead!
Aw, that would be fun. But probably even more expensive than all of this.
Well bother, I've got blood all over me now.
Uh, Gud? Context? You okay there?
Well bother, I've got blood all over me now.
Murder business getting messy?
Evidently his tampon is leaking. These things happen.