Gotta Have a Drink

Yesterday, I picked up some friends a their office in downtown Minneapolis to take them to lunch at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, The Bona, near the University of Minnesota.

Our route took us past the Hennepin County Medical Center, where we had to pause for a red light. As we sat there, we noticed a very strange sight — one of those sights that takes your brain a few minutes to process.  Crossing the street, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, was a man wearing a yellow hat, a hospital gown (yes, the kind that opens in the back), jeans (fortunately), and bright green socks.  No shoes; just socks. 

We kept our gaze dumbfoundedly fixed on him and watched as he sauntered across the street and went into a bar!

I guess he just couldn't get a drink in the hospital.