I was a float aide at a small pediatric hospital, my base was in security.
We had a security officer that was Ahemm--popular with the support staff. I was talking to him one evening (about security--of all things) and I actually had a housekeeper threaten me and state "That's my man!"
I was too dumbfounded to respond, but my first thoughts were 1. Gross 2. He's not your man, honey, he's half the support staff's man.
I had to be escorted to my car for a week.
At this same hospital, one of my duties as a float aide and secretary was to be transporter after the transport staff left at 5pm. Our hospital was very old and the morgue was in the old chapel (no kidding) in the basement. It was horribly creepy to see a small room, set up like a church with white/green carts everywhere (you know which kind of cart I'm talking about).
Security had to escort me to unlock the door. Some nights, I would page them and they would unlock it and then lock it later after I had left. This particular night I was transporting a body and the door was unlocked. I opened it, someone sat up on a stretcher, and moaned. I screamed, peed my pants, and slammed the door.
It was one of the security guards! I just about slapped him! Luckily, we were in the basement, so no one heard me scream but linens (and its a good thing too, because I needed a new pair of scrubs)
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