Señora had an endoscopic exam yesterday. I was in the recovery area with her when the doctor came in to go over the results with us. He was the same doctor that has done two colonoscopies and an endoscopy on this old curmudgeon over the years.
He goes into is canned patter, sticking his hand out to me, saying, “Glad to meet you.”
I repressed my strong impulse to say, “Doc, we have met before. You just do not recognize me from this end.”
Instead I just nodded my head and shook his hand.
Occasionally I can do the socially correct behavior.
And so it went, once upon a time.