Dr. Grumpy: "How's your floral business doing?"
Mrs. Dixon: "I had to close down... The pandemic just wiped it out."
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm so sorry."
Mrs. Dixon: "Yeah, I mean, nobody saw that coming, but still... Anyway, in some ways it's been a blessing because it let me open a business that's closer to what I really wanted."
Dr. Grumpy: "What are you doing now?"
Mrs. Dixon: "I'm a psychic."
Mr. Fatherly: "It was really stressful 3 months ago, because my son and his fiancée moved in with me."
Dr. Grumpy: "How are things now?"
Mr. Fatherly: "Better, my son finally moved out last week."
Dr. Grumpy: "What about his fiancée?"
Mr. Fatherly: "I married her. That's why he moved out."
Dr. Grumpy: "Has the medication helped?"
Mr. Son: "I think mom is doing okay with it, and the staff at the Alzheimer's home tell me..."
Mrs. Mother: "Wait... the place I'm living at is for Alzheimer's disease?"
Mr. Son: "Yes, mom."
Mrs. Mother: "Why do I live there, anyway?"
Guy comes into office, Mary slides open her window.
Mary: "Hi, you have a 1:00 appointment? Okay. Can I make a copy of your insurance card? Thank you... Do you have a mask?"
Mr. Beijerinck: "No. I don't need one."
Mary: "Dr. Grumpy asks that all patients wear them. Let me give you one."
Mr. Beijerinck: "Little lady, the pandemic is over, if there ever was one. I ain't wearing a mask."
Mary: "Sir, because of the nature of his field, Dr. Grumpy sees a lot of patients on medications that suppress their immune systems, so for their protection we ask that everyone wear a mask when they go back to see him. Here's one you can wear during your visit."
Mr Beijerinck: "You want me to wear this?"
Mary: "Yes, just while you're here, please."
Mr. Beijerinck: "Okay, here."
He tears the mask into little pieces, tosses them through the window onto Mary's desk.
Mr. Beijerinck: "That's what I think of your bullshit rules. Now, honey, just go tell the doctor that I'm here for my appointment."
Mary: "Thank you for letting me know. Here's your insurance card back, I haven't copied it. I'll let the doctor know that I cancelled your appointment. Have a nice day."
Mary closes her window, pretends to answer her phone, and ignores him until he leaves.
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."
Mr. Lacune: "Hi, thish ish Dave Lacune, you shaw me at the hoshpital a few days ago, when I had a shtroke."
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes sir, are you okay? Your speech is pretty slurred, and I don't remember it having been affected by the stroke."
Mr. Lacune: "I'm fine. Look, you preshcribed Nomocva to me, to keep me from having another a shtroke, but I read about all itsh shide effectsh, and sho now I shtopped it and I'm afraid to take it."
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm kind of concerned you've had another stroke, sir. Your speech is pretty slurred."
Mr. Lacune: "Nah, my shpeech ish like thish because I've been doing tequila shotsh and shmoking weed all night because I'm anxioush."
Pause
Dr. Grumpy: "What are you so anxious about?"
Mr. Lacune: "Becaushe I shtopped Nomocva, sho now I'm worried I might have another shtroke."
