Oh, Deer

Oh, Deer I’m walking out to the parking lot for a smoke break (I know, bad habit) and see some police in the ER waiting room. I ask the nurse at the desk: Me: “Why are the police in the ER? Did we get a patient presenting a risk?” Nurse: “Well, a couple of guys from somewhere they don’t have deer were driving through the county… where we do have deer.” Me: “They hit a deer?” Nurse: “They hit a deer. I guess they kinda panicked, because they drove the d*** deer here, asking us to save it.” Me: “Were they being serious?” Nurse: “Totally. They said they saw it on an episode of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ or something.” Me: “I really… really hate that show.” Nurse: “The doctor told them that no, he’s not going to operate on the deer because they saw it on some dumb TV show, and also, the deer was dead.” Me: “So why are the police here?” Nurse: “This is a hunting town, and good venison never goes to waste. The police are here to take the deer and… uh… disseminate it, I guess?” Me: “The police do that?” Nurse: “Oh, also the guy driving was three times over the alcohol limit, so there’s that too.” Me: “Next time, just lead with that.” Nurse: “Well, you’re going out for your smoke break, aren’t you? Didn’t want you to be surprised to see a bunch of guys trying to move a dead deer right outside the entrance!” Me: “…good point.” Related: 20 Stories About Customers Who Watch Way Too Much TV