Wednesdays are clinical days, & cause we’re all rookies they’ve stationed us in the raisin farm… ahem… nursing home, where we can’t do too much harm. Our first day wasn’t too traumatic or involved, it was little more than a tour of the facility, but– in an effort to look halfway decent for the cute nursing girls– I took some time the night before and ironed my uniform, pleats and all. Then, as we’re all walking down the hall at the end of the day one of the girls mentions, in a friendly offhand sort of way, that she wished her uni top looked as good on her as mine does on me. Success! Those pleats I ironed all nice… they’re… curiously absent on the other guy’s uniform? And mine looks uncannily like… oh snaps…. I bought a girl top….