“You two are drunk,” she said, “and I can see why. I’d get drunk too if I had to deal with these schmucks. It’s not transference, it’s obsessive-compulsive neurosis. You spill something, they have an attack of diarrhea. No wonder doctors have the highest rate of suicide, divorce, addiction, alcoholism, and premature death. And probably premature ejaculation too. In two hours here, nobody asked me anything about me. It’s as if I were only an appendix to you.” A keeper, I thought to myself.
