The last thing you want to see is student on his Infectious Disease clerkship wearing scrubs after having treated a half dozen herpes patients and collecting Simian Immunodeficiency Virus samples for a side research project--standing next to you in the buffet line. Yet there he is in all his scrubbed glory. The first thing a normal person would do after a 20 hour shift would be to get out of his work clothes and take a shower—especially if said garments were ugly and soiled—but med students don’t seem to think in this way. They take this opportunity to go to the mall, go cycling in the park, or play a round of golf. Wearing scrubs in public not only gives med students a way to declare their profession to people outside the hospital, but also reminds us that their time is so valuable and limited they don’t have five minutes to change into a t-shirt and jeans.
Imagine if a fireman showed up to his son’s birthday party with his helmet and boots and the charred embers of an old lady’s housecat still rubbed into his overcoat. Or if a police officer attended a backyard barbeque in full dress uniform wielding a Glock 22. How fucking weird would that be?
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