One of our unit secretaries, who is older than dirt and came with the building, was in the midst of a discussion on ER abuse and how as a rule we lose money on almost every patient who comes through the doors. This secretary (whose initials appropriately are BS) has come up with the perfect business plan. "I know!" she says, "since my feet get so ashy in the winter, we can just scrape off the heel flakies and sell it as crack! We'd make a killing and all these asinine frequent flyers would be smoking my feet! It's the perfect solution..."
I think at least one person actually threw up a little.
I lied. I know one person did, because it was me.