Here’s an interesting street name sign (ZOOM CT) at the entrance to a Mazda dealership. I understand that the dealership has been changed to KIA and the (private) street name has been changed to Savings Place.
(You may need to zoom in.)
Collection for quantitative fecal fat is anywhere from 24 to 72 hours, hence the large container given to the patient to take home and bring back later. Interestingly, many years ago, old fashioned metal paint pails with the pry off lids were used for collection. However, if the lid wasn’t tightly pressed down, gas build up could be a problem. Early in my career I worked with a tech who had one of those pails explode all over her. They sent her home to shower.
And she actually came back.
not sure I’d use my car in this situation … I’d rather … walk
They couldn’t find her cleanup facilities at work so she didn’t have to carry biohazards into her personal vehicle and marinate in same for the duration of the trip?
I feel soooo much better having 3 days to generate a gallon of poop.
Even if it does end up sprayed all over one of your cow-orkers.
No matter how much cleanup I was able to do at work, I’d still wanna go home and shower.
¿No quiere Taco Bell?
Oh, definitely.
I’m sure they rustled up some extra scrubs for her to change into before leaving. I don’t think the incident qualifies for use of the chemical shower.
Here’s another zoom-in job, one we walked past today.
If you can’t be bothered to zoom, the sign - which shows a body being struck by a huge electric shock - simply says “Danger of Life”.
Eat your heart out, Mary Shelley.
j
Years ago there was a strike of lift engineers in London and for a while broken-down lifts stayed out of service. There were several reports of notices appearing on lift doors saying “This Otis Regrets”…
For the next two months, this could be a political sign.
I’d be curious to know where this sign was. Why single out Nebraskans in particular?
At least give Nebraska credit for inventing the Reuben sandwich*. Not white bread and any mayo in the vicinity is well-doctored and unrecognizable.
*The Blackstone Hotel, Omaha, in the 1920s.
Holy hannah! Never would have guessed that. A Reuben is my go-to whenever I visit a deli. And sometimes, a sports bar—for some reason, a local sports bar has Reubens on the menu, in addition to everything else deep-fried. And it is good.
I’ve driven across Nebraska. Maybe I should have stopped for a Reuben.
Somehow, “the Reuben was invented at a hotel in Omaha” sounds more plausible than “the Reuben was invented in Nebraska”, even though, logically, the latter statement absolutely must be more plausible.
(nm…)
I think it’s an ethnic joke, based on a Woody Allen movie.
Nebraska is the opposite extreme of New York City.
See the final 5 seconds of this half-minute clip:
(the clip is of Woody Allen-- after having a religious crisis, he decides to give up his Jewish background and convert to Christianity. So he goes shopping and buys all the necessary items: a crucifix, rosary…and, well…watch the clip.)_