Back in 2002, our private clinic became part of the hospital. The biggest local insurer had quit paying for everyone’s work for 9 months and then was taken over by the state. We were still not getting paid.
One day the employees were very tickled and happy. I cornered the office manager at lunch and asked what was going on.
“We have to use the hospital to order everything,” she said. The nurses and staff at lunch had expectant grins. “We asked them to procure a henway. The order was put in. Yesterday we got a call from someone in the ordering department. She said, “We’ve searched the medical catalogs, but we can’t find it. What’s a henway?” She got transferred a few times and reached the office manager. Reply: “About the same as a rooster.” The clinic staff broke up again. My office manager said, “Well, that person was pretty new, so we hope they’ll get over it.”
I am sure that the hospital loved having us on board.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: procure.
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Initiations, still funny, in most cases.
Good one, antediluvian, but good.
go fetch me a left handed monkey wrench
Ahh, the old henway joke. I once worked with an Air Force veteran. Their version was to send a new recruit out to procure some flight line (a parking and servicing area for airplanes).
Awww. I suppose every business has some version.
The first time we scrubbed as medical students, when we walked in the OR, someone would hold out their hand to shake. We would automatically reach for it and then pull back, panicked. Ours were nice enough not to grab us so we’d have to scrub again.