"Good then," the doctor exasperated, "I just hope to verify some basic information on your form, such as your age, you're twenty nine and varied!?!" "Y-you've got to be kidding," Anna noded in abject horror, "please, tell me you're just pulling my hand!"

He casually lit up a foul smelling cigar, and as if to emphasize his superiority, he blew a stream of smoke into my face after pulling me roughly to him and bending me over his knee!