The Good Doctor Award?

So a couple weeks ago we decide to go to the Cracker Barrel. Nothing unusual there -- Baby works nights on Sunday and often Mondays, and when she gets up at 5 or so after her "last" night of the week, she wants french toast and I could want anything. So after enough disappointments at Waffle House (seriously, how bad do things have to be to have a disappointment at Waffle House? it's not like we were expecting Taco Bell level service, just any service at all would be great), Cracker Barrel has become something of a habit if not quite a tradition.

All that to say that there was nothing out of the ordinary a couple weeks ago when Baby woke up and wanted to go to Cracker Barrel. We'd always gone to the one on Bardstown Rd and the Snyder, though, but on this evening she asked about the one on Blankenbaker (we live really right about in between the two). In predictable fashion, of course I resisted change, but then gave in. Blankenbaker it would be. No big deal.

No big deal, that is, until right after our food came out and a woman at a table next to ours suddenly started banging on her table and then stood up, hands clutching her throat. Baby asked if she was choking and if she needed help and then leapt into action! She Heimliched this poor woman about 20 times before finally a hunk of roast beef special popped out. This was the real deal here -- for proof of the seriousness of the situation you need look no further than the fact that the mortified choker had soaked both of their pants in her urine. Of course things were eventually ok, and eventually everybody went home happy-ish, if a little bit freaked out.

Anyway, all that to say that word of Baby's heroism reached the pertinent people at her (our) hospital, and this week her floor had a party celebrating her and that she's going to be awarded the hospital system-wide (several hospitals) "Good Samaritan Award". One of the higher-ups at her party mentioned how the award was actually named for the founder of the hospital, who had become known as the Good Samaritan. Isn't that a little bit like saying that an NBA Championship ring is named after Bill Russel because he has so many of them? What about that hypothetical but monstrously influential good Samaritan? And must that not just eat up traditional Jews that this fictitious "good" Samaritan has been giving their hated half-brothers a good name for a couple centuries now? I just can't help but laugh at the irony of the whole situation.

So that's fun, Baby gets (another!) award (she racks up awards like Bengals rack up arrest warrants) and is a superstar (I, of course, had already figured that one out), and now it's back to Bardstown Rd for french toast. And if you made it this far, you figured out the rest -- that I have absolutely nothing to blog about.