I picture this scene this morning…
*Marion walking intae the RAH in his nike gym leggings and full length puffer jacket, Deek by his side for moral support carrying a B&M bag, walks to the receptionist*
“What’s your name?”
“MARIO. McKnight. Aye Mario hen, DEFINITELY no Martin. I’m Italian by the way.”
“What would be your emergency?”
“Av got this 4 inch deep cut on the side a ma hand, LOOK *shows cat scratch* it’s obviously needing stitches Ma luvlie.”
*Receptionist is baffled*
“The wait time for a doctor is 6 hours.”
*Maz scrunches his beak*
“Wit hen? Do you know who a am? and wit a day? I’m an influencer hen, but it’s no ma joab. I’ve actually got a another joab that am meanty be gawn tae the noo but I’m stuck in here, bleeding tae death hen. I demand tae see a doctor.”
“I’m sorry but your cut isn’t classified as an emergency.”
*Marion storms oot the doors, raging.*
“Derek check those fucking bus times we’re gawn up the road tae get aw cozy, they stupid doctors have just made a brassneck a me on this app.”
Derek replies, “Wit about your work?”
“I CANNY go tae work lit this. I’ll no be posting on that app the day.”
So aye hens that’s why he’s no posted I imagine