The surgeon looked at the nurse and said, “I am not the idiot she says I am.”
This time she didn’t try to soothe his ego. She just looked away and sighed, while he went off to his private lair, whistling.
That night at home, she typed the day’s adventure into her computer.
“Today he was confronted with his stupidity, by one of his victims, no less.
“She’d hired him to take a suspicious-looking and probably dangerous large spot off her left leg. Only he cut a smaller, not dangerous spot off her right leg. When confronted with his error, he offered no apology. Rather, he demanded to know, if she knew it was the wrong leg, why she hadn’t stopped him?
“She screamed something about being unconscious at the time and stomped out. Then she yelled at the bookkeeper that the doctor better not send her a bill.”
When the nurse finished typing and printing the tale, she felt much calmer. And added the page to a great, fat 3-ring binder on her shelf.