Tales from the Nuthouse: Lest You Think I have a Really Suck Job

[wolf]

So, I was dealing with this teenager and her parents. I don't even remember at this point what was wrong with her. It really wasn't that spectacular. Relatively normal teenage stupidity, with some minor drug use for flavoring, probably. The specifics aren't important. I was talking to her insurance company, trying to convince them why my hospital should get paid for dealing with her. I found myself saying to the insurance company care manager, "Well, what it comes down to, really, is that these people do not need Dr. Tim (our shrink d'jour). They need Dr. Phil."

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Phone call from last night

wolf: Emergency Service.

caller: Oh, I have a wrong number. Is Jeffery Smith there?

wolf: (*transfers obvious blonde without further comment*)