I had a patient in triage, screaming that it was an emergency and why would I “waste time out here when they should be saving my feet! They’re turning blue, I’m going to lose them!!!!”
I glanced down and noticed something strange.
“Ma’am, are they new socks?” (I reached for an alcohol swab to swab her ankle). The dye was bleeding from her socks and came off with the alcohol.
She stood up, gave me a haughty look and without a word, marched out as if it was all my fault.