Elmore's adventure at the ER yesterday reminded me of a few years ago when I broke my ankle and a neighbor dropped me off at the closest hospital's ER, which turned out to also be a Methadone dispensing clinic. With the perfect logic of an ER, they were dispensing Methadone first to each and everyone who walked in while letting the rest of us rot in a corner. I waited for about an hour, called Betsy and told her I couldn't stand it any longer, to bundle the kids up and come get me to take me to a better hospital. I went and told the ER admitting nurse I was leaving, which made her very upset and she yelled at me, "All right, but I'm marking you down for eloping triage." I burst out into hysterical laughter. Eloping triage has become one of our favorite terms Chez K.