I tripped and fell, hit my head on my desk and ended up getting 34 stitches.
This was at 3 in the morning and there wasn't a soul in there. I still had to wait 6 hours for the damn stitches.
During my wait, the police questioned me twice and questioned my wife 4 times about domestic violence. I was also asked to take a drug and alcohol test.
It was the first and only time I had ever gone to an ER, and I had no idea I would be treated like a criminal just for having an injury.
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ou'll rue the day you crossed me Trebek!"
ou'll rue the day you crossed me Trebek!"


