I live right across the street from a major hospital (yes, a hypochondriac’s dream and in terms of location greatness, second only to a friend whose apartment used to be two doors down from Billy’s Topless in NY). Aside from the occasional birth, I actually don’t find myself going to the hospital across the street all that much. Except if I’m hungry.
For one thing, I always get my morning bacon there if my wife and son have a craving. I grab the bacon, it’s cooked, and my house doesn’t stink. Between the cafeteria and the amazing array of vending machines (that sell stuff like mini White Castle burgers and Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches), the bacon is probably the healthiest thing they sell. And that seems to be the case, and the wild contradiction, you’ll find at most hospitals. You are there to get healthy and they feed you garbage.
Well, that could be changing. A handful of hospitals around the country are going in the exact opposite direction. Patients and visitors can take the elevator down to the parking lot or the courtyard where they will find a full-on farmers market.
I’d love to see that happen across the street. Although, every month or so, my house is gonna stink like bacon.
