My greatest fear is the bathroom ceiling falling in on me while taking a dump, getting knocked unconscious by the brick from the ceiling, and being taken to the hospital unit where I work, eventually becoming a patient on my unit in this terrible state.
I have a friend who had a sheepdog, and he said whenever he had a party it would herd the guests. It would tap their ankles or their knees, until, by the end of the evening, everyone at the party was in one corner. The dog was happy, but the important thing was that nobody noticed. As architects, I think, we have to try to be like the sheepdog at the party.
When my patient falls asleep in the middle of eating his tuna fish sandwhich, his dentures fall out, and I later end up scrubbing globs of tuna off his fake teeth.
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