Let me see… things that have caps…
1. Teeth have caps, or crowns? One or the other or both, I think. I bet you can get them in different colors now… or will be able to do so in the future. Teens are big on the whole individualization crap. Just look at all the freaks running around with face tattoos and those huge Buddha things in their ears. Plugs, yes, they’re called plugs. Pity, I was hoping they were caps.
2. Bottles have caps, or used to. Now they have twist tops but I’m sure there are a few throwbacks that still use caps.
3. People have caps, or hats. I think you can use the two interchangeably, more or less
4. Hubcaps! Decorative your car with individualized hubcaps!
5. Medicare taxes have a cap. I don’t remember what it is, but I think ALL income should be taxed for Medicare. I think it would help solve some of our Medicare issues, that and the government just keeping their greedy paws off of money set aside for the people for a reason! Hands off you greedy pigs!
6. Graduates – both high school and college – wear caps. Not every day caps, like baseball caps of whatever, but special graduation caps. Mine was green. Go, Bunnies!
7. You know what, I can’t think of any other caps off the top of my head. And I still have almost five minutes left.
No wait! Caps! Guns! Like, “I’m gonna put a cap in your ass!” Gangster trash talk. Yet another part of our society we would be better off without.
I’m running out of ideas for caps. There are probably plenty more but for the life of me I can’t figure it out. I’ll probably be smacking myself in the forehead later when an idea strikes – like lightning – but for right now I’m done.
Stick a fork in this girl. Bwak! Bwak! Polly wanna a cracker! Or another thing that has a cap…
Dynamite? Does that have a cap? No, that’s a stick. Blast cap! YES! ONE MORE FOR THE HOME TEAM! WHOO!
EDIT: My husband has informed me that the proper term is ‘blasting cap’. Close enough for me.
I signed up for daily writing prompts from http://www.sarahselecky.com/free-resources/. Now, whether or not I’ll actually do a writing prompt each day is debatable. My vacation is over tomorrow and I don’t want to go back! *cries* There goes a huge hunk of my day right there. But we’ll see what we’ll see.
Dr. Spool was a kindly old doctor from a small town in Iowa. For years he had paid house visits to his patients, but as time passed and his patients grew old, or even died, newer patients preferred going to the hospital or clinics for treatment. It wasn’t that Dr. Spool, whose given name was Marty, didn’t like hospitals – what kind of doctor would he be if he admitted such a thing – but he felt that the personal approach he ha become accustomed to was missing. Everything was far more streamlined than it should be.
He had colleges who only saw their patients for a few minutes at a time. Hardly enough time to really get to know them as anything but a name or patient number. No personal service at all. That wasn’t what medicine was supposed to be about. Medicine was getting to know someone, their personal life and history, their family, their problems. He called it treating the whole person and not just their symptoms or disorders. THAT was what medicine was supposed to be about. Helping people, not just making money.
Now he sat at the bedside of one of his oldest patients, Lillian. Her white hair was cut into a short serviceable bob because she no longer had the dexterity to deal with her long hair. Her gnarled fingers couldn’t manage making a braid. It was a pity, Dr Spool, thought, for her hair had been lovely. Truly one of her best features.
He spoke to her quietly, holding that cold gnarled hand. He wanted to comfort her as best he could. The cancer had returned and was just as aggressive as ever. There was nothing more they could do for her other than to make her as comfortable as possible in her last days.
Could a modern doctor who flitted in and out of a patient’s room or examination room in a sterile clinic really offer much in the way of comfort? They seemed to hardly know the person. Really know them. Such news as he was giving to his life long patient should be delivered by a friend. Not just a doctor.
And he was her friend. Always had been. Always would be. Just like all of his other patients that weren’t really patients at all. But family in the truest sense of the word.
Buzz wearing his new fashion accessory. Gerkie looks dubious about his choice. Sunglasses in the middle of the day? That was so 80s.