care for a dance?

i remember getting off of the elevator on the third floor of the hospital, the new wing of icu and hearing a horrible racket.

you see, the hospital puts a piano player on the first floor in the lobby, next to the gift shops and kids' section and chapel and such. he plays nice little tunes that have no real emotion attached to them.

this early afternoon, as i made my way down the long carpeted hallway to the icu waiting room, there was an accordian player.

an accordian player in the icu trembling out zydeco the best he could from behind his mr. magoo glasses and basset hound skin.

someone must have thought that the patients weren't in enough pain.

i truly thought i was hallucinating from lack of food or sleep or something.

but no, i got other people to come into the waiting room with me just to validate this warped vision.

there truly was an accordian player in the icu.