Say What?

Sharon was a nurse at the VA hospital. She enjoyed her work with the men who had served their country-and her country, too-and who were still paying a price for this service.
The hospital had some age on it but it was still a good hospital.

The only problem was its location. In the 1950s the area surrounding it had been an upscale neighborhood but today it was pretty seedy. Adult bookstores, massage parlors, and dance clubs were so close that their gaudy lights could be seen from any of the rooms. And prostitutes used the adjacent sidewalks as they engaged in the world's oldest profession. Some of these ladies of the evening had become so brazen that they plied their trade during the daylight hours as well.

And it was not unusual for them to solicit customers among the staff and patients of the hospital. On more than one occasion, Sharon had to run one of these "girls" out of a patient's room. The mere mention of these streetwalkers caused Sharon to get extremely hot under her starched collar.

It was mid-afternoon and Sharon had just checked in a new patient from a small town in East Tennessee. She walked down to his room to see about him. As she entered, she noted that he was standing at the window in his bathrobe looking down at the street below. She knew what he was looking at. It was a pleasant fall day and the "girls" were out in full force.

Sharon got halfway across the room before he noticed her and turned around. "I just came by to check on you," she said. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes ma'am, there is. I need some ass."

Sharon was shocked-and disappointed. How could this nice looking young man be so brazen? Was he going to pick out one of the "girls" from his window and ask Sharon to go down and close the deal? Or was he just going to send her down to make the selection?
Sharon's shock was rapidly turning into anger which was not helped by the chuckling from the other patient who shared the two-person room. She shot him a withering look but it failed to stop the laughter.

"What did you say you needed?" asked Sharon with a coolness in her voice. She was hoping for a different answer.
"Well, ma'am, I'd just like to have a little ass." The roommate began to laugh harder.

That did it. Sharon was not going to put up with this kind of behavior. He looked to be about the same age as her own son and Sharon determined that what he needed was a good, stern motherly lecture. She moved over and stood beside him at the window. Her voice was businesslike. "My boy, do you realize what kind of women those are down there?"
"Yes ma'am, I sure do."

"Well then, you know they're the dregs of society. Most of ‘em are drug addicts and they are carriers of about every kind of sexual disease known to man and beast. And most are HIV positive. They're nothing more than walking death in short, tight skirts. You don't need to be fooling around with any of ‘em"

"Yes ma'am. You're sure right. And I appreciate you telling me about ‘em. I'm gonna be real careful." It seemed to Sharon that he was genuinely grateful for her lecture.
"Now, is there anything else I can get you for your room?" Sharon asked.

When his answer came, Sharon turned beet red with embarrassment as she realized why his roommate was still doubled over with laughter.

"Yes ma'am, like I said a minute ago. I need a little ass for my water pitcher."

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