Paging Dr. Nobody

I walked into the clinic, took a number, took a seat. The nurse said,

"He'll be with you soon," which means "sometime next week." She typed a

thousand words a minute, didn't blink, didn't breathe, then asked me

for my birthday like she hadn't asked me three times already. And the doctor's

in the hallway, doing laps like it's a sport. He's got five charts,

two coffees, and a meeting he forgot. Oh, paging Dr.

Nobody, 'cause nobody's ever free. The nurse runs the whole building

while pretending she's not in charge of everything. And the doctor pops in for