We spent the night in the emergency room a while back. On the way home, my delirious sleep-deprived brain came up with this tiny observation, and we collapsed into bed like sequoias getting the axe.
While at the hospital, I got a name tag stuck to my shirt to show that I was a visitor (not a patient), kind of like those "HELLO, my name is" stickers you get at parties full of strangers, but this one was just plain white. It said on it that I was a visitor.
Days later, I noticed that name tag stuck to some of the debris beside my bed. It had changed. It was now covered in diagonal pink stripes. This name tag, this visitor pass, had expired.
I find this clever, so I'm sharing.
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