So when Suzee needed to see a neurologist a few months later, she made an appointment with me.
Unfortunately, she came in on a week when Dr. Darth was out of town, and I was covering for him.
So as Suzee sat in my lobby, leafing through "So You're Trapped in a Doctor's Waiting Room" magazine, Floozee came in with a bunch of MRI reports for me to review in Dr. Darth's absence.
The magazine and MRI reports were quickly forgotten.
They both had pepper spray. Mary had to call hospital security to get them out before anyone got hurt.