Shake it, baby
I'm sitting at my little desk, listening to The Kinks as I log cases in between patients. The fussy nurse, Mary Anne, just came in. Every office has one--perfectly pressed white scrubs, spotless tennis shoes, a phone voice that is simultaneously courteous and belittling. She stood here for a minute, looking for a chart on the shelf next to my desk. And then, entirely without meaning to, she busted a move. She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet, even shook her tail feather a bit.
When Mary Anne suddenly realized what was happening, she inhaled sharply and stood erect, wide-eyed and panicked. I could see her thinking, "Oh my goodness, please tell me those weren't my hips moving."
As she turned on her heel to make a hasty retreat from rockin' danger, I yelled after her, "It's not your fault... The Kinks do that to people."
9 comments:
*howls with laughter* I hate it when I accidentally dance in front of people...and I'm not that fussy. I bet Fussy Nurse wanted to DIE!
It wasn't "Lola" was it?
Smiles.
Just dropping by to say hello xoxox
I like "Don't forget To Dance." My friend, Vince, who lives in Chicago sent it to me once when I was mourning the loss of my youth.
You would not like to see me bust a move. I am an Elaine Benes dancer.
you really got me!
or maybe apeman. It's got a good groove.
Actually...it was A Well Respected Man.
I'm thinking of playing The Who's Squeeze Box tomorrow just to see if she'll go in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out...
Let's hope it was to The Village Green Preservation Society.
The Kinks will melt the tight ass (and hips) of even the worst Nurse Ratched and the most biting attending.
Hee hee hee
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