If you had a paper cut, would you ask for a slice of lemon to rub on it?
If you had just burned your mouth on scalding pizza cheese, would you quickly grab a swig of hot coffee?
If you had a fresh blister from a new pair of heels, would you put them back on right after it popped and exposed the raw skin?
If your butt smells like something crawled up there and died, would you fart on an elevator?
Then why would you order chicken strips right after you’ve just asked me for a dose of phenergan to take away your ‘nausea’?
Oh yeah…because you’re not really nauseated. And because phenergan makes you feel good. And I must look like I graduated from nursing school this morning before shift change.