We had a gentleman come in for a flu shot. He was tall and gaunt, with dark brown hair and magnificent chin-strap beard. I was most disappointed to see that his name was neither Abraham, nor Lincoln.
Later, after the patient had left, I leaned over to the Pharmacist who had administered the shot. "Four score and seven years ago..." She started laughing and told me that wasn't even the best part.
"So he rolled up his sleeve and he had this tattoo. I told him it was so nice that he gave me a target and he told me 'don't stab it in the Lincoln Memorial!'."
It's nice to emulate someone and all, but there is such a thing as going too far...
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