When I was a dental tech, the saying was, "If it doesn't fit, polish the hell out of it!" As far as Psychiatrists go, I have always believed the only way to tell the them from the patients, is they were the ones with the pens in their pockets. When my Brother was in the Fire Department, there was a guy who they called Chicken Lips, because he went into the local market where they bought food for the station, and the store sold a lot of ethnic foods, like chicken feet, etc. So there was a new girl behind the counter, and he asked her for a pound of chicken lips. She gave him the deer in the headlights, look, and went back to the manager, and asked if they had any chicken lips, and asked her who wants them, and she told him the guy from the FD. He looked out, and said, oh never mind him, that's Bill, tell him, we are out, and won't have any in till Tuesday. So she did. A Friend of mine gave a poor waiter, and bar tender a moment of confusion, when the waiter asked us if we would like to order an adult beverage, and he replied, yes, I would like an Aqua Chiller. The waiter, went with the deer in the headlights, but wrote it down, and came back a few minutes later, and said the bartender, hasn't ever heard of that drink either, and could not find it in the mix book, and would like to know what the ingredients are. So my buddy, says, well you take a glass of ice, and fill it with water, and the waiter writes it down, and said , OK, and then what, and my buddy says that's it, then the big sucker look comes over waiters face, and he finally starts to laugh also.
Wayne
