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“Man, you guys are good. I didn’t feel a thing, Doc!”

The doctor sat quietly across from his patient. He frowned.

“So tell it to me straight – how’d my surgery go?”

The doctor leaned forward in his chair and cleared his throat. “It-” He glanced out the window. “It was unconventional.”

“Unconventional?”

“Yes, that’s how I would describe it, exactly. Unconventional.”

Both men sat still for a minute, waiting.

“We found a Rolex watch in your peritoneal cavity.”

“You wanna know something, Doc? I’d completely forgotten about that thing.”

A confused look. “So you knew it was in there?”

“Yea I knew it was in there, I had Doctor Martin toss it in the last time you guys cut into me.”

The doctor consulted a file on his desk. “For your triple-bypass, two years ago?”

“Yea, that was it.”

“And why on Earth did you ask Doctor Martin to do that?”

“Cause I didn’t want Stacey to try and pawn it before the divorce! You know how they get.”

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