Mr. C is actually a doctor. Not a medical doctor, mind you. The useful kind. The kind that helps you with your problems. Well, not so much helps, as explains why it sucks so bad that you have problems.
Mr. D is actually a nurse. Not a medical nurse, mind you. Wait, no, that’s dumb. Yes, he is. Forget we said that.
We’ve known each other for 75 percent of our lives.1
- This statistic will only increase until one of us gets Alzheimer’s. [↩]