The other day we had to take Hien to the mental hospital to answer questions to prove she was mentally fit to marry. They ask questions like, "which is brighter, the sun or the moon?"
The place was choked with heavily medicated vietnamese mentals wandering around or being led. The doctors run the hospital much the same as eveything else is run here- hectically and messily. No rhyme or reason that i saw- some orderlies were running around in a frantic, while others sat around and did absolutely nothing.
Suddenly My realized the time. We needed to get back so we could get Hien's fiance to the airport, pronto. So we literally hoofed it out of there, running full speed through the halls, virtually leaping over stunned, blathering patients. Everyone stopped and stared at the big white man and the viet girl with cornrows racing through and out of the mental hospital.
I'm still laughing about it. It couldn't have been scripted better.
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