Curious staff at a medical facility tried to get a sneak peak at George Clooney's medical records when he was hospitalized recently for a fender-bender in a motorcycle accident.
The practioners got caught, red-handed!
One wonders, what kind of stats - and insider scoop - they were lookin' for.
Height?
Well, he's about this high; ask anyone!
Pulse?
Undoubtedly, it was racing - judging by the stats on the hot model he was involved in the clinch with!
Or, maybe they were looking for juicy tidbits they could sell to the tabloids.
Like, a home address - so the paparazzi could lurk about his bachelor digs late-night to catch the comings and goings on?
A cell phone number would be a real trophy, especially for a heavy-breather pining to call in the wee hours of the morning for a little voyeuristic fun.
Just maybe, the snoops were checking out his birthdate?
Heck, I could have told them that...mine is the same as his, May 6th.
I confess, I'm a smidgen (!) older than Georgie, boy - though.
Of course, they may have been routing through the records to get a surreptitious glance at his blood tests; who knows, maybe there's an ominous demon lurking beneath the skin that the press would be titillated about?
Those caught with their hand in the cookie-jar paid a heavy penalty: suspension for a month without pay!
Now, those curiosity-seekers have some financial ill health to worry about themselves!
When George was asked if he was mad, he responded by issuing this statement,
"This is the first I've heard of it. While I very much believe in a patient's right to privacy, I would hope that this could be settled without suspending medical workers."
Decent guy, eh?
To quote Doris Lessing,
Some people obtain fame, others deserve it.
In this instant case, obviously it applies to George...
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