The expression on both his and the doctor's (who knew what happened) were priceless. The deputy gave me one of those WTF? looks and I told him "I'm sitting here, still hungry, getting stitches and the roast is back in the fridge, unmolested. I'd say it won." After that he just shook his head and started grinning...
It sure would save a lot of time if the physicians were permitted to use more discretion, but at least he had something to tell them back at the office.
lmao! Thank you for finishing that story! I'll have to pass that one on to my hubby!