No, no, he’s got it all wrong. The treasure doesn’t lie in the bladder, but among the Isles of Langerhans.
Then my daughter either has too much of a treasure buildup or she’s screwed. 
I personally enjoy browsing Craig’s List for furniture. You know, things like “chester drawers” and “rod iron tables.”
I know you grammar cops are really enjoying this thread, what with the collective back-patting y’all are giving becuz you are sooper spellers, but it’s entirely possible that the person isn’t aware that it’s a gall bladder, not a gold bladder.
If you’re being told by a doctor that that’s the procedure, you mishear, and think he said “gold” many people would go about their business unaware at the error.
I remember the school permission slip signing days well, having had a child after Mr. Sali and I were united in the sacrament of Holy Monotony.
Well, yeah, but it’s still funny! I mean, c’mon! My ex-husband wanted to buy a “radial alarm saw.” That’s FUNNY.
I can’t speak for the entire precinct, of course, but I certainly am. 