I don’t mean to be flippant about something so serious as Ebola, but sometimes I simply think in NY Post headlines.
This little jewel of a title popped into my head during today’s most delightful early morning dog field banter that starts my week days. (I love these people!)
Today’s topic? Why would Dr. Spencer, who had just returned from Africa treating ebola patients with Doctors Without Borders, ever think it was a good idea to go BOWLING within a week of his return? AND, when he was already feeling ‘fatigued’?
Bowling? Really? Was this urgent. ‘Damn, I have been out of the country for weeks, I really need to bowl!’
Here’s a little tidbit from the NYT Well blog that might make us all feel a little better about all of this:
If someone left blood, vomit or feces on a bowling ball, and the next person to touch it did not even notice, and then put his fingers into his eyes, nose or mouth, it might be possible.
Ok, do I need to comment on this or does its total absurdity speak for itself? Of course I do, that is why I am here! Because, you know, sometimes I am so damn focused on my bowling score that I totally miss the blood, vomit or feces on that ball and go right on playing. And then of course lick my fingers or pick my nose.
The consensus? Those with the greatest amount of education are sometimes the least intelligent amongst us. Or perhaps he did not work for Doctors without Borders, but instead Zach Galifianakis’ favorite charity, Doctors Without Diplomas.
#bowlingforebola… what do you think. Could this trend?