Claire was feeling tired, worn down, sluggish, bereft of pep. Her
get-up-and-go just got up and went. So she scheduled her annual
physical a bit early this year.
When the doctor had completed the exhaustive examination, he told
Claire to meet him back in his office when she had finished dressing.
From behind his desk, the doctor said, "Well, I can't find any
physiological reason for your problem, but I suspect it's due to
drinking."
"I'll bet you're right," replied Claire. "And, you know what? I
think it's utterly shameful!"
"Now, now," said the doctor. "Millions of people have a problem with
alcohol -- it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"It certainly is!" huffed Claire, as she picked up her purse and
stood to leave. Pausing in the doorway, she clucked her tongue,
shook her head sadly at the doctor, and said, "I'll come back when
you're sober." |
