Frank is a college freshman this year, living in a dorm. Yes, you read that correctly.
So last Thursday I'm having a typically busy day of seeing patients when a text from him crosses the top of my screen.
Frank:
Dad, I need to talk to you right now. There's a big problem here.
Dr. Grumpy:
I'm with a patient right now. Can it wait 15 minutes?
Frank:
Yes, but hurry.
After I finished my appointment with Mrs. Freenbeen, I called Frank.
Frank: "Um, hello? Who is this?"
Dr. Grumpy: "It's Dad. You told me to call you."
Frank: "Oh, that's weird. My phone said it was a call from a doctor's office. Are you sick?"
Dr. Grumpy: "No, I'm a doctor. I work here. What's up?"
Frank: "Oh, yeah. We have an emergency. Can you, like, go to the store after work and buy, like A LOT of ant bait traps and ship them to me overnight?"
Dr. Grumpy: "What's going on?"
Frank: "Me and Mike's dorm room is, like, FULL of ants. They're everywhere."
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm pretty sure you can buy bug poison at the Target across the street from you."
Frank: "Yeah, but then I'd have to pay for it."
Sigh.
Dr. Grumpy: "Why don't you let the building people know about this? They can have your room sprayed."
Frank: "Mike said he'd do that... Hey, Mike, did you talk to the RA about the ants?"
(mumbling in background)
Frank: "Never mind, Dad. Mike says the RA told him they'd have it sprayed later today. Hey, why do you think we have all these ants?"
Dr. Grumpy: "When was the last time you guys took out the garbage?"
Frank: "Um... I don't think we have. But, like, we only moved in on what, August 27th? How often should we be taking it out?"
That was a month ago. WTF.
Dr. Grumpy: "I'd say at least every week, if not more."
Frank: "That's stupid. There's still plenty of room under our beds for stuff. We moved the empty fast food and pizza boxes all under Mike's bed last week, after we put the dirty cafeteria dishes and forks in the bathroom sink."
Urp.
Dr. Grumpy: "Those things are what are attracting the ants!"
Frank: "Really? Why would they want that stuff?"