After a long absence, the role of tear- and grease-stained hanky/tissue is being played by TA-DAA! Chin Napkin! Welcome back, Chinnie!
Doesn’t anyone else work at this hospital, and doesn’t Jared have other patients to attend to? All kinds of ethical boundaries are being crossed in this budding relationship.
Speaking of relationships, Jared will soon add Dawn to his list of bad people who make him think he’s not good enough. It’s a long list.
@RogerBW, I’d like to see that too, but I fear our hopes will be dashed.
Every woman and girl gets told, "You're a strong woman." It has become a meaningless compliment. I found myself annoyed when someone said it to me a few months ago while I was recovering from a traffic accident. Couldn't he think of anything better to say? Something that doesn't get applied to every female on the planet, no matter what her genuine physical, emotional, or intellectual strength might be?
Forgive me for disappointing you. I’ve blotted the tears of billionaires (and for the record, Elon Musk is a terrible crybaby) and wiped clean the chins of seriously sloppy-eating Archbishops. Proudly, proudly, I tell you!
But now I am reduced to scraping hospital quality fried chicken grease from the face of a patient in a third rate hospital. Yes, she does have a fabulous manicure, I’ll acknowledge that…but a paper napkin from a hospital supply house could have done that job. Ain’t I better than this?
Next time my greasy and crumpled self is thrown into an industrial-sized laundry bag, I’ll work my way to the top of the bag. And escape! I’ll go and hang out in the byways of Santa Royale’s Restaurant Row. And maybe, just maybe, some 100% pure linen-loving foodie will spot me, and rescue me, and take me home for a gentle hand wash.
Then I’ll recline proudly in a buffet drawer until the night of an elegant dinner party… and when the Mayor’s spouse blots his/her lipstick on me, I’ll be back on my way to the top! So until then, friends, when you speak of me-and you will- remember me as I once was, and not as I am now. I SHALL RETURN!
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Is it unreasonable in me to hope that Jared and Mr Bender get into a fight and both end up badly injured, arrested, or both?
After a long absence, the role of tear- and grease-stained hanky/tissue is being played by TA-DAA! Chin Napkin! Welcome back, Chinnie!
Doesn’t anyone else work at this hospital, and doesn’t Jared have other patients to attend to? All kinds of ethical boundaries are being crossed in this budding relationship.
Speaking of relationships, Jared will soon add Dawn to his list of bad people who make him think he’s not good enough. It’s a long list.
@RogerBW, I’d like to see that too, but I fear our hopes will be dashed.
Jared doesn't know her name, but he knows she's a strong woman? How's that? Did he try to grab a bite of her fried chicken breakfast?
HelenClark
Every woman and girl gets told, "You're a strong woman." It has become a meaningless compliment. I found myself annoyed when someone said it to me a few months ago while I was recovering from a traffic accident. Couldn't he think of anything better to say? Something that doesn't get applied to every female on the planet, no matter what her genuine physical, emotional, or intellectual strength might be?
Hold still, Jess! I think June is trying to send us Wordle clues through the cross-hatches on your bruise.
A message from Chin Napkin:
To all my friends and fans-
Forgive me for disappointing you. I’ve blotted the tears of billionaires (and for the record, Elon Musk is a terrible crybaby) and wiped clean the chins of seriously sloppy-eating Archbishops. Proudly, proudly, I tell you!
But now I am reduced to scraping hospital quality fried chicken grease from the face of a patient in a third rate hospital. Yes, she does have a fabulous manicure, I’ll acknowledge that…but a paper napkin from a hospital supply house could have done that job. Ain’t I better than this?
Next time my greasy and crumpled self is thrown into an industrial-sized laundry bag, I’ll work my way to the top of the bag. And escape! I’ll go and hang out in the byways of Santa Royale’s Restaurant Row. And maybe, just maybe, some 100% pure linen-loving foodie will spot me, and rescue me, and take me home for a gentle hand wash.
Then I’ll recline proudly in a buffet drawer until the night of an elegant dinner party… and when the Mayor’s spouse blots his/her lipstick on me, I’ll be back on my way to the top! So until then, friends, when you speak of me-and you will- remember me as I once was, and not as I am now. I SHALL RETURN!
Love,
Chinwiper von Napkin,
@meg, we owe you a debt of gratitude for staying in contact with Chin Napkin and communicating on CN’s behalf. What an artiste!
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