There is this doc I work with who is super badass. He's no nonsense, only-the-necessary-workup type, funny, compassionate, and intelligent. I seriously enjoy working with him because he's the best mix of all of the above, and gets shit done in a timely manner to boot. Basically, an ER nurses' dreamboat of a doc. I mean that not in a Tiger Beat weird way, but in a professional "I enjoy coming to work and seeing this doc on the schedule" kind of way because I know the patients will be well taken care of and I also won't hate my life during the shift.
He does, however, have one downside.
Every single shift sees him wearing these awful, hideous, terrible ACIDWASHED JEAN material scrubs. It's so painful. Is this the 90's? These scrubs are the equivalent of me putting a VHS tape into the VCR and the machine eating the tape. Or of hearing the devastating news that *NSYNC has broken up fo' eva. Possibly as bad as having a Lisa Frank folder that didn't fit into your trapper keeper.
All I'm saying is that this doc somehow stopped dressing himself in the 90's. And a very small part of me is amused by it, but the vast majority of me is like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, the horror! I wish I could help. I think, however, that he is too far gone to save.