Don't ever get sick in Denton

I couldn't help myself, another post is in order.

Why, oh why, Denton, do you attract such freaks?!  I'm sitting at a coffee shop (and not the one where Jesus is King, here DMB is king) listening to two non-traditional students study for their nursing school class.  The topic of the day is culture....and they're having a hard time defining it.  One thinks it's being Jewish, the other thinks it's racism.  Well, ladies, perhaps you should consult the obscene stack of books you've piled on that table because I'm not sure one word can define culture.

Then, there was the discussion about wine.  (insert Texas accent here) "I just don't like most wine....it's so red."  This coming from a middle aged woman with so many holes in her jeans I can see what she's carrying in her pockets.

And now, the debate: what is surface temperature vs core temperature (lady A thinks surface temp is something internal) and what is cardiac output (they can't figure out if it's the blood pumped OUT of the heart, or the blood INSIDE the heart).

So my dear friends, don't ever get sick in Denton.  Obviously they'll try to take your temperature by cutting open your arm and try to figure out your blood pressure by playing with your toes.  I'm a little worried for these two....I fear they may not ever become RNs.  And if they do, lord help us all.