Normal day? Think again. The weirdest plot twists people swear they've witnessed.

I'm a radiologist. One day reporting, I pull up a CT of a 30-something-year-old who had abdominal pain.

Specifically, they said they felt tension and then a distinct popping sensation with a sharp pain,

and then a vague but moderately severe ache that persisted. So I'm looking

for the usual suspects in this sort of presentation. Appendicitisitis, diverticolitis, maybe

epiploic appendicitis, or inflammatory bowel disease. Found a foreign body in the small bowel.

It looked odd on single slices, so I reformatted the image set in 3D.

Found a bread bag clip. You know those little particular pieces of plastic to keep the bags closed.

Interestingly, I found another one about six years later.

My two cases constitute about 5% of all cases ever reported worldwide.

On vacation in London, my wife and I were waiting for a train

in a tube station. Two trains arrived in the station before ours showed up. As a native New Yorker,

I was comforted to see that pigeons live in subway stations everywhere. The first train

pulls into the station and the doors open. As people enter and exit the train, one pigeon flutters down from the ceiling, lands on the platform and calmly walks onto the train like he's off to work or something. My wife and I laugh about this a little as the doors close and the train pulls away from the station. The second train pulls into the station, the doors open and people shuffle out. After a moment, a different pigeon walks out of this train

and then flutters up to the spot vacated by the first one. Anyway, seems like London pigeons have the

tube pretty much figured out. I saw a London pigeon wait for the pedestrian crossing to turn green

and then cross the road. Waited on the curb, as soon as the little man went green, off he trotted

to the other side. Very good road sense, those birds. Worked as a waiter, and after we finished one night, a drunk man was walking down the street. One of my co-workers recognized him and asked if he was the German opera singer doing a show in the city. He answered, yeah, and asked if we'd like to hear him sing. So he gave us a three-minute private concert in the

middle of the night drunk off his face. I helped a German guy at CVS jump his car and to thank

me he gave me a fancy bottle of shampoo. Well, we have two German stories, one of a free

masterclass performance by an esteemed professional, and one who took up a significant

portion of your time and gave you a bottle of shampoo. That country contains multitudes, clearly.

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