An elderly man, unshaven, in what looks like pajamas, approaches me in the hall, confused.
"Doctor, I'm looking for the 7th floor."
"You're on the 7th floor."
"No, I'm looking for the 7th floor of the hospital."
"This is the 7th floor of the hospital. Let me help you get back to your room."
"My room? I'm not a patient. I'm here to visit my son."
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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