As you can see, we have a snowday today here in Michigan. Mwahaha. This came to me while I was sleeeeping iiiiin...
"Aaah, today is a wonderful day, Beej."Hawkeye said, as he carefully sipped a martini. BJ obviously didn't think so, as it was his first winter in Korea and he was bundled up to the point that he looked twice his normal size. You might say Hawkeye had adapted, as he was wearing a mere three sweaters, two pairs of pants, and a long coat. Not to mention several pairs of socks.
Outside the wind-driven snow was terrorizing the poor nurses coming on and off duty from postop, to the point that many were spending the night in some of the empty beds. There were only three or four patients, and most of them had injuries reminiscent of the latest barfight at Rosie's.
Oh well. There were only so many things to keep yourself busy with when there was a truce on.
"A snowday in Korea, my friend!" And down went another martini. BJ simply chattered in response and adjusted his mittens. "You know..." Hawkeye began, swirling the gin in his glass "We used to have snowdays all the time in Crabapple Cove when I was a kid. In just twelve hours it would snow two, three, maybe four feet! Well... sometimes it did."
He stared into the spinning mixture of lighterfluid, rat poison, and acid, and blinked several times before continuing with his story.
"But for the better part of my young school years, we had a really, really mean principal. His name was Mr... er... Puterbaugh! God, there were so many taunting names you could make up out of his. Anyway, Mr. P would always do anything in his power to keep the school from being closed. More than once we had to hike up the road in snow up to our knees."
BJ found himself almost waiting on Hawkeye's words, to hear more about the mean Mr. Puterbaugh. He was like that sometimes. Could keep you on your toes when talking about the most boring subjects like parts of the human brain, or how many bones there were in your hand. Hawkeye had started on his third martini, scooching closer to the stove, when he suddenly said out of nowhere
"But he got fired when I was in 4th grade. Something involving a stick of butter, his beloved pet goat, and one of the lunchroom attendants. I don't think she ever fully recovered."
He set the martini glass next to the still as BJ stared in disbelief at the calm, matter-of-fact manner in which he stated this. But Hawkeye took no notice and squirmed under his blankets, closing his eyes.
"ATTENTION, ALL PERSONNEL! LOOKS LIKE THE TRUCE IS OFF! WOUNDED AND FROSTBITE CASES IN THE COMPOUND!"
"Looks like Mr. P got transferred to Korea, Hawk. Up and at 'em."
Hawkeye stirred, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "I'm gonna kill his goat." And stumbled out the door, a waddling, chuckling BJ following close behind.
