A motorcycle patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an inflamed
The doctors operated and advised him that all was well. However, the
patrolman kept feeling something tugging at the hairs on his chest.
Worried that it might be a second surgery the doctors hadn’t told
him about, he finally got enough energy to pull his hospital gown
down enough so he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.
Taped firmly across his hairy chest were three wide strips of
adhesive tape, the kind that doesn’t come off easily. Written in
large black letters was the sentence. “Get well quick… from the
nurse you gave a ticket to last week.”