Had a 3.30pm appointment yesterday at my local hospital to check on the progress of the surgeon's recent needlework and sticky tape job. On entering the waiting room a few minutes early I was horrified to find an entire regiment of other patients. I considered pleading mistaken identity or even illness but thought that might not wash. As I sat down I heard my name called and immediately went to see my doctor who told me that all was well apart from the terminal stuff, so happy days. As I was not armed, had used deodorant and didn't appear to mortally wounded I really could not figure out what was happening. I left his clinic at 3.29pm!
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