Somewhere along the line, a chemist made lots of money developing the Jell-O they serve you in hospitals. There is no way there is not an extra, synthesized compound hidden in the depths of a hospital laboratory that allows this Jell-O to keep it shape for days. You will never walk into a patient's room and see on their bedside table a puddle of Jell-O. A day later, three days later: perfect symmetrical cubes of green, blue, red gelatin. It's a hospital-cafeteria anomaly and I stand by it.
On a different note, at work, after giving Mr. Kadara his breakfast the other morning he shared with me his experience of being kidnapped the night before. Fortunately, he was taken to a cafe and fed a delicious meal before being returned to his hospital bed. Then he promptly asked me to leave his wheelchair by the door that night so that he could readily escape when the time was right. Did I mention he doesn't have a wheelchair? I love my patients.
On a completely unrelated note I gave my teacher a Book of Mormon and today she told me she had been reading it, it had her interested and wanted to talk more. After my initial response, (in my head of course) "Really?" I started to feel like Elder Calhoun from the Best Two Years. For those of you who have missed out on this little gem of a film, here's a quick
clip that ought to give you the idea.
Sheesh, people. Sheesh.
