Though I try to focus on the job at hand, usually I have far too much cooking at one time so my concentration is usually split between several tasks. Practically a multi-tasking octopus. At any given moment, I might be monitoring the patient, preparing drugs, talking on the phone to a colleague and flipping through the dailies.
And then a heavy rack walks by the counter.
And I drop everything. Whoa, hot mama.
A surprisingly sexist comment from me, I know! Though I do know avowed homosexuals aren't supposed to notice such things - especially on women, sometimes it's hard not to! Especially when you have a pair of ginormous knockers practically shoved up to your nose.
Nurse Overendowed : Doctor! We have a patient in Bed 16.
Paul : Mmmrrrppphhh.
Nurse : What did you say?
Paul : Mmmrrrppphhh!! Get me oxygen!
Hard to provide a reasonable response when you're being suffocated by nature's bounty. Not that I have any particularly salacious thoughts ( I swear! ) but hey, a generous rack's still something to goggle at.
Hi. Call me Mr Nips.
Reminds me of a friend's new beau. A really sweet guy I've termed Genial Graham. Can't name names in case it gets around ( my friend has already threatened bodily harm! ) but this new beau has awesomely tight man-tits. Honestly can't help but focus on it the minute he walks into the room since it's ... just so obviously fresh, healthy n perky that your gaze just fixates on them. Practically twin signalling flags waving for attention :)
Poor Graham might be talking about the complex intrigues of the current government cabinet and all I'd be able to think of is 'Whoa. Nipples'. Monstrous, I know. With my uncontrollable motormouth - and my knack for getting into trouble, just scared one day I might slip and this might happen.
Graham : Hey! How ya doin! I heard you were free today.
Paul : Hi Nipples.
I know. I can be quite the sick puppy.
No doubt once Graham hears of this, he's gonna take to wearing the burqah.