Leslie,
You're way too funny. I can see why your practice is full. Your patients must love having their minds taken off what ails them.
Vicki, You are getting a one-day ban the next time you refer to yourself as a newbie. You are damn near approaching oldbie status and I have learned much from you and you are one of the most revered (sp?) member on the board.
John, Don't remind me of the endless drivers over your "bayous" on I-10. The hideous stretch between Texas and Arizona is heaven compared to that. But, we do have the Everglades. They are close and they are ridden (sp?) with gators. Would be fun just to be on airboats and watch the insurance reps walk through there.
Now a funny story: I used to live in Orange Park, a suburb of Jacksonville. My friends and I (around 17 or 18) heard of this place where you could see Gators. And, gators love marshmallows, see. And, gators are cool creatures so we were told. So, we went there at night with our Kraft bag full of gator treats. We need that pointing at their eyes with a flshlight would give us a great red reflex. (If not, we could help nature by referring them to a gatorophthalmologist for leukoria. So, we are standing on the side of the crick (pretty wide), and we saw these gator eyes in the middle. Just pretty as can be, sitting thee, not moving. After about 30 minutes we began to wonder. They were actually not gator eyes, it was a reflection of the radio tower five miles away. Damn. Looked just like gator eyes.
So next night we go back again. Why? Cause we're young and stupid AND from Florida. So, we see the same gator eyes but another pair just next to them. We are like, there can't be two radio towers. So, my friend threw a marshmallow, and the eyes moved slowly to it and SWAASSHH!! the gator chomped it. Cool! Except my friend dropped a marshmallow by the trail and a few minutes later, Chomp!. A huge gator was sitting there non 15 feet away. And, they fast. Faster than a horse, I been told. So, we dropped the whole bag of marshmallows and ran all the way back to our trucks. That's as close as I have gotten to a gator since. This is a true story or I'll write 99212s for all my Medicaid patients this week.
