When a patient asks for a cookie the size of her butt and I reply, “we’ll just in case I get time, I better measure it up.” I proceed to go cheek to cheek with her and confirmed her arse similar to mine. “There, now I have the measurement.” To which she laughed so hard, “she piddled.”
I baked the cake and sure enough, sized it to my toosh.
Presented her cake “the size of her butt” to her on her last day.
She cried and laughed all at the same time!
One year later, I heard from a Registered Nurse from one of the floors in the hospital, “are you the one that bakes cookies the size of our butts?!” I am. Apparently word got around the hospital and orders were submitted.
True story…that one brings me such joy!