the king and I
I had my x-ray this morning to see if i need to get my wisdom pulled out or not. And low and behold siting in the waiting room with me was the king himself, Elvis.
the x-ray was pretty dull, although the lady doing it was a cross between a school teacher and a jail warden. She was quite patronising and said everything very loudly and in a teacher ‘your in trouble’ kind of voice.
“put your mouth here”
“move your head this way”
“put your feet here, no here, a bit more”
“put that in the bin”
“pick up 10 papers at recess”
“stop chewing on your glue stick”