At the end of a long day, some of our members will get tired and yesterday a woman who has been with us for many years turned to me and said, “Oh, I could just take a nap right now.” I’ll call her Ms. Montana.
So I told her she looked sleepy, but sitting next to me was another member, let’s call him Dr. Singer, and he said, “You know, if you come visit me in my office, we could diagnose the problem and help you to not be so sleepy.” Of course, Dr. Singer no longer practices, but often he talks as if he’s still in the prime of his career. Somtimes he can be a little rude about diagnosing people (”You may have sephilus.”), but today he was very respectable, like an earnest physician that I hope he once was.
“You see, we can do the blood work, and find out what is making you sleepy. There may be some obesity in the blood.” I love hearing him talk because he has a Count Dracula type accent.
Ms. Montana was a little astonished. “Are you saying I’m fat?!!”
