At the doctor's

- Step on the scale, snapped the doctor.

The man remained motionless.

- It's about two steps right in front of you, I interfered, wondering what nurses were for.

The man made a tiny step, then another. Then made a circle with his right foot. Still couldn't reach the machine.

The nurse sighed, got up from her chair, and pushed the scale to the man's direction.
As it hit the man's tip-toe, I felt she was taking revenge, because we had knocked despite a no-knocking sign.

- You've put on weight again, said the doctor, looking at the scale.
- You know, wintertime. I was afraid of walking on ice, said the man.
- You will always find excuses, summed up the doctor.

- Next time, wait at the door, until we call you in, said the doctor in lieu of goodbye.

The man didn't move.

- Do you need anything else? asked the doctor
- Oh, sorry. I was just waiting for you to say thank you, goodbye, but I guess I'm going deaf as well.

With that, the man clutched my arm and we walked out from the office.