We’ve just finished a doctor’s visit. The office is a few miles from Lake Pontchartrain, where dad kept his sailboat, from before he was married. We’re waiting for the after visit summary to print, and dad’s chatting-up the receptionist who’s trying to schedule a follow-up appointment.
Dad (crooning to receptionist): … and I liked sailin’ on moonlit nights. I’d take my dates out on the boat. It was like dynamitin’ fish.
Receptionist (trying not to laugh): Ok Mr. Bob, we want to see you again in a week. How about next Wednesday?
Randy (butting in): Well, he has dialysis on M-W-F, so Tuesday or Thursday would be best.
Receptionist (looking at computer): The doctor’s booked up Tuesday and Thursday, out about three weeks. What time does dialysis start so we can get him in before hand?
Randy: Ok, I’ll need a half hour to get there after, but his check-in time is 1 o’clock.
Dad (poking his head back into the reception window): And I’m a “wake up at the crack-of-noon” kinda guy!