Mary: "Can I help you, sir?"
Mr. Larsson: "Do you have a land-line?"
Mr. Larsson: "I need to make a call, and can't use a cell phone."
Mary: "Okay, that's fine, just come around the counter there."
He sets the plastic box on the counter, comes over to the desk, and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
Mary: "What are you doing?"
Mr. Larsson: "I need to send a pacemaker report to my cardiologist's office, and we don't have a land-line at home."
He tosses his shirt on a chair and starts attaching clips from the box to his chest.
|"Wanna see the scar?"|
Mary: "Um, I don't know how to send a pacemaker report..."
Mr. Larsson: "Can you unplug one of your phone lines and hand me the cord?"
Mrs. Larsson and I finish her appointment. She opens my office door and walks up front.
Mrs. Larsson: "ARNE! PUT YOUR SHIRT ON!"
Mr. Larsson: "But I need to..."
Mrs. Larsson: "NO! I told you, we'll stop at Dr. Senning's office tomorrow, and you can do it directly. You don't need to do this today!"
Mr. Larsson: "But Dr. Grumpy has a land-line!"
Mrs. Larsson: "So does Dr. Senning! Here's your shirt! I'm sorry, Mary, he's just very obsessive about this."
They leave. The door closes. Mary and I stare blankly at each other for about 10 seconds. Then collapse in hysterics.