Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #304
…”Assume makes an ass out of u and me.” The wordmeister does not resist…
“I’d like to thank you for almost ruining my career?” Lieutenant Vincent Smith is incensed with two of the most convincing liars he has ever dealt with. “Four years and not a word and now you want my help?” Never saw the flying saucer, never heard of Newt Swackhammer, and didn’t notice anything wrong with Sara Fenwick.
But in the military intelligence community, they are to this day, red eared and fuming. Had Carolyn Hanes been Air Force military, she would have court-martialed and sentenced to an extended stay in the brig.
In her book she had, in effect, stolen someone’s most personal journal, like a diary and published it. If the incident at Roswell, New Mexico was a teen-aged girl, a half million people around the country find out when she has lost her virginity, or worse, that she pads her bra with Kleenex, or that she has a crush on the captain of the basketball team.
“Assume makes an ass out of u and me.” The wordmeister does not resist.
“If we weren’t playing nuclear footsie with the Russians, funny girl, we would have been on top of this situation.”
“Relax, Smith. I think you guys weren’t so busy hiding the truth, from the start, the real truth about Sara would have revealed itself to you. I think you forgot where you hid the cookie jar.” Bob Ford injects some realism to this ethereal mix.
“You both crack me up. But our dilemma, and I stress the word “our” Miss Hanes, isn’t amusing or funny. Fortunately, we have had several other possible cases of alien abduction to make comparisons, but nothing like this one.”
“Sara needs help, Lieutenant Smith. She is losing her sense of self. Other than getting younger, both mentally and physically, there isn’t anything positive about her situation,” Carolyn laments.