Slowdays

A nurse was telling a gorgeous co-worker about the Canadian sailor who was a patient in Ward Ten.
“He’s tattooed,” she confided in a low voice, “in a very intimate place!”
“You, mean – “ grasped the beautiful nurse.
“Yes! Isn’t that odd? There’s actually a word tattooed there: ‘Swan.’’’
“This I’ve got to see,” exclaimed the voluptuous one, and she hurried off to Ward Ten. Half an hour later, she returned.
“You were right,” she said, “he is tattooed there. But the word is ‘Saskatchewan’!’’