I, on the other hand, took a picture of it

some kid drew this.  I on the other hand, took a picture of it.  I was at the hospital earlier.  I went into the cafeteria to order a burger.....................or so I thought.  I see a doctor say, "On Rye."  So I ask the cook, "Hey, what are you making for him?"  He said it was grilled cheese and I ordered him can you make me a tuna melt.  He said sure.  What was he going to say?  No?  I wouldn't let that happen.  I'm not the kind of guy who let's that happen, or things happen, in general.  Let me tell you something, if he had the balls to ask if I wanted a hamburger, I would have slapped him and said I don't eat nothin reminds me of Hamburg, all right?  I would have chapalaghel the man.  So he was nice and said sure I can do that for you and asked me what kind of bread I wanted and earlier there was a girl reading aloud to her sister on a bed Post Office and I got a little jealous, but at the cafeteria I asked for the rye and he said it's my last one and I caught myself groaning.  So I went with the sourdough I don't really like sourdough but it's good grilled with butter and tuna and cheese and such and such and such. While I was waiting...well, I was looking around the room, sometimes at the wall, sometimes everything was just blank.  The doctor came back and said, "Guess I got here in time."  Smug son of a bitch we both laughed.  I said, "You must be my bad luck."  He ate well for a doctor.  Got the 32oz and greasy chips and the grilled cheese.  Mine was 22oz.  I noted that at some point while staring at him at his table.  After I ate and disposed of the trash I went in for another sip and I was out of drink.  I walked back in to the cafeteria through the exit lane and asked if how 'bout a little refill and they said No and I put my head down and walked back out through the entrance.