I embarrassed a colleague the other day. He walked in to the doctor's office at the start of his shift, and I went, "Hey, hey, wait a sec. You've got something in your hair."
He shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it. It's just dandruff."
"No, no, it can't be. It's bigger than that. And there's loads of it. I think you've got bird shit or something on you," I persisted.
The words came out of my mouth before I noticed that it was actually dandruff - shitloads of huge, oily flakes of skin on his Brylcreamed hair. He walked out to the toilet before I could say anything else.
Erk.
I avoided him for the rest of the shift.
He shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it. It's just dandruff."
"No, no, it can't be. It's bigger than that. And there's loads of it. I think you've got bird shit or something on you," I persisted.
The words came out of my mouth before I noticed that it was actually dandruff - shitloads of huge, oily flakes of skin on his Brylcreamed hair. He walked out to the toilet before I could say anything else.
Erk.
I avoided him for the rest of the shift.
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