Sunday, December 21, 2008

I am working in a hospital

I work in administration. It is late in the afternoon. My office cubicle is very cold. My boss has just found out that I have been stealing money from the hospital. Through the thin walls of my cubicle I can hear him calling the police. I get up from my desk, dash down the hall, and sneak into the elevator. I take the elevator down to the ground floor and run out into the parking lot. The parking lot attendant is a young woman who is in the doctoral program in the history department at my university. I explain my predicament to her and she suggests I steal one of the cars in the lot to make my escape. I pick out a car but am unable to hotwire it so that it will start. I hear the sound of police sirens pulling into the parking lot, so I crouch down underneath the steering wheel. The police stay for only a short time before leaving again.

I get out of the car and see my would-be lover standing before me. She looks very beautiful, and I tell her so. She smiles. We decide to go back into the hospital. We head to the maternity ward to look at the newborn babies. As we are walking down one of the halls we encounter a newborn who has been seemingly abandoned on a table in the middle of the hallway. The baby is crying. I pick the baby up and notice that his ears are filled with wax. My would-be lover hands me a Q-tip and I clean out the babies ears. The baby seems much happier. My would-be lover and I decide to take the baby home and raise him as our own. As we are holding him, we hear the sound of footsteps. A group of hospital administrators meets in the hallway to discuss my embezzlement of hospital funds. My would-be lover and I hide around the corner from the meeting. One of the administrators is my aunt, who used to work as a university administrator. When the other administrators tell her that I am responsible for the missing funds, she faints. Collapsing to the ground unconscious, she rolls over near my feet. Her dress is partly pulled down, revealing the top of her pubic hair. I turn away in disgust. One of the hospital administrators, looking on at the scene, tells me not to worry. "Don't feel bad," he says. "She does this all the time."

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