what IS that?

It’s no secret that the PA Deptartment has always been referred to as “the toilet.”
Not because we’re shit but because everything ends in our department. The hospital experience starts with registration and ends with the billing….hence….the toilet. And also, people have a tendency to “dump” things on us…because we’re awesome and we can handle anything!

It’s also not a secret that, in our maze, we can smell anything that’s within a 65 mile radius of the hospital. We ALWAYS smell what’s cookin’. We always smell the generators running. And we always know when the crew is cutting the grass outside. Makes for some interesting conversation – as well as sneezing/coughing sounds (especially during allergy season.)
Today there was some conversation about a smell that was coming from somewhere. Of course we were all trying to figure out what it could be.
“Sewage?”
“alcohol-based?”

I initially didn’t smell it. But then it hit me. It smelled like salt water. Then…transformed into what I can only describe as “beach-ass.” Like rotten salt water. Ugh, it was nasty.

Boss Lady: “Amy?! Do you smell that?! Smells like something sweet!”
Me: “Uh. Beach ass with sugar on top, maybe?”

We all got a laugh out of that. Beach ayse.

I should have known better talking like that while Boss Lady was eating her lunch. She’s notorious for having a sensitive stomach. And here we go…I hear her gagging and making her way down the hall to the bathroom. I felt bad.

I told myself, “Aww…Aims, you shouldn’t have been talking about stanky ass while she was trying to eat her lunch!”

When she comes back from the bathroom…

I asked her, “my comment didn’t make you sick did it?”
To which she replied, “no, that black hair in my banana pudding did.”

And…guess where it landed…in the toilet.