True Story Tuesday - Come Pass A Good Time!

Time is surely flying by this week.  It's already True Story Tuesday again.   Over at Once Upon A Miracle Rachel & Mr. Daddy have posted the sweetest story so make sure you visit their place and give it a read.


Today's story happened about 7 years ago and to this day still makes me laugh so hard I cry. I am a paralegal and once worked in the Asbestos Litigation department of a very prominent Texas attorney. We handled all the aspects of a case where the client had been exposed to asbestos, which included everything from obtaining work histories to medical information and sometimes scheduling medical tests for them.


NOTE: The words used are pronounced as follows:
Mais: may
Doan: don't
Dat: that
Dis: this
Dere: there
Tarred: tired
Chew: you
Ta: to
Chere: sha (long a like hat; its a term of endearment)
Fa: for
Ting: thing
Goan: going
Wit: with
Tank: thank


Now, I'm going to try and tell this as best I can in the written word but it will not do it the justice it deserves because this woman and her husband both were Cajun and still had a very heavy accent.  Being half Cajun, I laugh because it sounds like something one of my relatives would have done. (Think Grandma & juice...lol!)


One day the wife of a client called and was in quite the tizzy. You see, her husband did NOT want to go and take this particular test he thought he was scheduled to take. When she called she said, "Mais, ma husbun - he doan wanna go take dat test no. He say he tarred of all dat pokin' and stuff." We didn't show him as being scheduled for any test - medical or otherwise so we asked her what test she was talking about and did she have a date that we could look up in the system.


She said "Mais, I doan know what date chew got down for him ta go - but he's not gonna go no. I can tell you that fa sure chere. "


We asked her again what test she was talking about and she said (get ready), "When we came in dere, he signed that paper for that ting ...whatchu call an autopsy...he tired of all dem tests. He feels so baad all de time. Can you make it so he doan gotta go take it?" at which point she was rapidly put on hold.


When we finally were able to stop laughing long enough to tell her, "Mrs. _____, he doesn't have to go take an autopsy. When he signed that paper he consented to an autopsy after he passes away in case they need to determine if the asbestos played a part in his death." Now, as funny as this was it got even funnier after we told her this.  


She said, "Oh mais he gonna be so happy yeah. I'm goan tell him right dis minute he doan have to go take dat test. Oh chere - you sure made his day wit dis news. Tank y'all. Y'all be good now and we'll see you next time we make a pass by there. Bye bye."


Hope you enjoyed "passin' a good time" with me on this True Story Tuesday. Merry Christmas to you all!