It's Dolomite, baby!

The TV at the café blared as usual today until some announcer started talking about a Bush speech: hear him talk about his new task force! He's got a new team together, and he's ready to take care of things! The weird thing was, the announcer sounded like an announcer for the WB, all warm and loving, as if talking about George Dub finally getting the guts to buy a rose for his 10th grade sweetheart. It was surreal.

Also surreal was this troupe of nurses, one of whom kept giggling and grinning so fucking wide and saying in the most pinched, high-pitched voice, "Ooooooh, Jesus! Oooh, Jesus! Jesus! Oh, Jesus!" The highest voice you can imagine, the most nasal high-pitched voice, and over and over and fucking over and over and over fucking over and over and over. The only time I heard her say anything at all other than "Oooooh, Jesus! Ooooh, sweet Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Oooooooh Jesus!" was when she said goodbye to her lunchmates and said, "Hallelujah! Jesus!"