Same goes for the caesarean section.
Although most of the fathers look as if they'd rather have a painful vasectomy than endure the childbirth, they still manfully march into the operating theatre with their multi-functional cameras faithfully slung around their shoulders.
Though I find the fellas mostly redundant since the anxious mothers are far too involved in the coming event to bother much about them. Far from offering succor and support to the mother during the labour pains, some turn out to be quite a hindrance instead. Quite a number of men are squeamish around blood, turning quite fearfully green when blood spatters around them.
That's why it was so novel to have a father like Burly Beng around.
Not the usual kinda dad!
Big bearish hulk in a coloured hawaiian shirt and faded jeans with curious tattoos running down each arm. Engraved gold doubloons encircling his thick neck to match the shiny gold bands encased on each finger. Not forgetting the prerequisite long fingernail on the little finger! Just the ugly sort you'd want to break down doors - and legs - when collecting rent.
Fearing that the thug was there to raise havoc, I was this close to calling security only to be creditably informed that he was the prospective father-to-be!
Rather than sit quietly in the background clutching his wive's feeble fingers, Burly Beng decided to take an active role in the surgery. Didn't point out any mistakes of course but he certainly asked a dozen probing ( and curious! ) questions about slicing red meat. Instead of carefully avoiding the bleeding gaping wound made by the scalpel for the caesarean section, Burly Beng leaned in for a closer view, seemingly enraptured by all that gushing red blood.
Playing with his nail every few minutes.
Which prompted this whispered conversation with the surgeon once Beng had stepped out of earshot.
Paul : He was standing awfully near the surgical site.
Surgeon : And didn't look in the least bit afraid of the blood at all.
Paul : Inured from all that bloodshed. That's what happens when you've butchered a few recalcitrants.
Surgeon : Very true. Not to mention the red paint on the walls.
Paul : You better didn't leave an unsightly scar on his wife.
Surgeon : Hoping I didn't as well.
Paul : He might just shoot us both where we stand.
Surgeon : Or cut us up with a butcher's knife!
Paul : You didn't have to encourage him by answering all his weird questions!
Surgeon : I had to. My back was to him. He could have kept a machete in his shirt!
Murderous ah bengs and gold bling aside, I still have a question. Why the protruding nail?
7 comments:
For nose picking?
You are suppose to do well in life and money shall flow in easily if your little finger is longer than the intermediate phalange of the ring finger. This is true when you see the fingers of the rich and famous! Hence cinapeks grow long nails on their little finger.
arent docs suppose to keep their nails trimmed clean? its a signature, like all murders in csi :P
Umm.. eeew lil dove!
OMG Never heard of that theory. I think you could be right, carpe diem.
Well the doctor had nice nails. Burly Beng's just the patient's husband, koala.
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Haha, these days macho man are not afraid to be a little expressive over their feelings for the loved ones aye. =)
That man sounded like a Tai Yee Long! I am surprised Carpe Diem has answered for me. If last finger is shorter than the ring finger's phalange, he will need to grow the nail to match the lengths. Lucky punters and businessmen have natural lengths. I tried to grow my nail but gave up after scratching myself bloody during sleep without realising.
'mandarin nails' once signified that their owner was associated with the court and didn't do manual labour. :-)
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