me: My throat is killing me. It feels like one whole tonsil is on fire. Can you look?
Guy, from the other room: Are you asking me to play doctor?
Maybe, if you’ll show me your diploma on the wall.
Guy stopped making laundry piles long enough to shoot me a look that said, you gotta be kidding me.
Me: No, seriously. There’s a flashlight on the landing.
Guy, returning with a flashlight: Open wide. C’mon, your tongue’s in the way. Okay. I don’t see… anything that looks urgent.
Me, feeling around with my finger: God, it feels like a cyst.
Guy, walking away: You are one sexy cookie.
