So today, for no apparent reason, a guy (not even a patient) calls my office. Because of his yelling at my secretary I decided to set down my Diet Coke, get on the phone, and deal with him myself (most docs hide from confrontation- when I'm in the right mood I'll go looking for it).
Dr. Grumpy: "Hello?"
Mr. Jackass: "I want to talk to the doctor NOW!"
Dr. Grumpy: "This is the doctor."
Mr. Jackass: "I need to know which hospitals are certified stroke centers!"
Dr. Grumpy: "Um, there's St. Hubbins, Pain Mountain, House of God..."
Mr. Jackass: "NO! Not here you idiot! I mean in CINCINNATI!!! I need to know the hospitals in Cincinati that are stroke certified!"
Dr. Grumpy: "Jeez, uh, I have no idea. I mean, I've never been to Cincinnati. I have no idea what hospitals are there at all."
Mr. Jackass: "You're a f--k--g neurologist's office, aren't you?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes, but we're nowhere near Cincinnati."
Mr. Jackass: "So what! You should know this shit! It should be part of your damn training!"
Dr. Grumpy: "Look..."
Mr. Jackass: "You are absolutely NO help to me." (hangs up).
The sonuvabitch. He beat me to the hang up, too.