Wednesday, February 3, 2010

My Hero

KP is my hero.

When I grow up I want to be just like him.

Behind that homespun trucker/biker facade is a mind like a steel trap.

One of our more troublesome wobbleheads started throwing a fit tonight about the nurse not giving him one of his meds. I don't know if she gave it to him or not, I wasn't there. But he started kicking on his door and calling Code 16 and demanding to see the Sarge.

The kid has the emotional age of about a ten year old. There is no reasoning with him. Not that I have ever managed, anyway. If he doesn't get what he wants he kicks on his door and calls code 16 all night long. I've never managed to get along with him.

KP went up there and told him that he was basically beat on his meds if he didn't get them at the med pass. There is a set time that he is supposed to get them and if he doesn't get them at that time then he's just beat.

The only way he was going to get any satisfaction was to file a complaint about the nurse. Then she will make sure he gets all of his meds all of the time.

But if he does that he is going to piss off the nurse and she won't do anything extra for him, like giving him antacids when he has a tummy ache or aspirin when he has a headache. He will have to fill out the paperwork and get them from the pharmacy like everybody else.

And she won't be nice to him anymore.

Left him in a moral quandary, scratching his head and trying to figure out what to do.

And it shut him up for the rest of the night.

Like I said, KP is my hero.

Later on in the evening he was telling us that one of the offenders had asked him if he had gone to college. "Sure thing" he said. "I have a masters degree in 15th century american literature."

They were impressed to hear that. They said "Why are you working here, then?"

To which he replied "Not much market for that kind of thing around here."

The whole time he's telling this story COI Coffee is sitting over by the desk and nodding his head and wondering the same thing.

About ten minutes later, when we were off on another topic he suddenly says "Hey! There was no 15th century american literature!"


KP is my hero.


  1. I may just end up using KP's line about 15th century American Literature. You've given us good quotes two days in a row. Way to go!

  2. Joe- That is one of the reasons he is my hero. He thinks on his feet.