Mary had gone out to lunch with Dr. Pissy's staff, and I wandered up front to fax something. As I'm standing there, 2 well-dressed ladies in their 30's come in, and stare at me.
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, can I help you?"
Stuffy #1: "Yes, we represent Neverfuckingworks computerized chart systems and..."
(offers right hand, Dr. Grumpy shakes it)
(Stuffy #2 whispers something into the ear of Stuffy #1)
Stuffy #1: "Anyway, here's some information about our chart system. Can you please give it to the doctor, or office manager, or someone important who works here?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Will do."
Stuffy #2: "What do you do here?"
Dr. Grumpy: "I clean the fish tank." (technically, this is true)
They turned to leave. As they did so, Stuffy #1 pulled some Purell out of her purse and frantically started scrubbing imaginary fish germs off her right hand.