My feet were hurting like crazy, but I dragged myself downstairs anyway.
Most night nurses eat around midnight or so, but my patients were pretty sick and kept me hustlin’. When I finally had a free moment to take my ‘lunch’ break, it was already 5 a.m.
The cashier bagged my bagel and began to rang my order up.
I handed him my card.
But it didn’t work.
“Your hospital dining card was deactivated,” he said, shaking his head.
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