The Difference a Word Makes

I was at the gym this morning, doing my stretches and noticed an elderly gentleman I see frequently. I smiled and said good morning. He returned the greeting and then asked, “Are you an RN?”

“No,” I replied.

“I thought you were an RN,” the white-haired man had a bit of a perplexed look on his face.

“Why? do you need one?” I said with half a chuckle.

“No, I thought I saw you at the morgue.”

“The morgue?” I repeated with raised eyebrows. “Are you a doctor?”

“No, I’m a patient.”

My internal wheels were...