The highlight of my day was undoubtedly being trash talked about my appearance by one of the patients who looked as though he slept in a hedge.
Don't you know how to use a comb?
Ha, ha, I do need a haircut.
If you get one there won't be much left.
Zing! My Esteemed Colleague was kind enough to guffaw loudly at the Dishevelled Man's attempt at humour. How kind of him.