Born To Be Mild

Before I got into medical school, I was volunteering in the ER. I walked in one night, and a tech was scrubbing a guy with road rash down his arm, his body, and his leg. It looked really painful, and I asked the patient what happened.

Patient: “I was on my Harley, and I was being chased by the cops. I went around a corner, hit some gravel, and laid my bike down.”

I noticed the man’s wife in the corner of the room roll her eyes.

Patient: “How does that story sound?”

Me: “Sounds great. What really happened?”

Patient: “I was on my scooter going downhill, and I fell off.”

Me: “Stick with the first story.”