That'll Be Twenty Cents for the Surgery

Little Miss is playing doctor tonight. I was her lucky patient.

It was obvious right away this was going to be a procedure like no other. I was told before we began the eye exam, that I was going to need surgery on my arm.

"Will it hurt?" I ask.

"No," the doctor says.

"Do you promise?"

"No."

Fortunately for me, after a lot of writing in notebooks and following pens with my eyes until I felt like I'd spent the last few hours on a Tilt-a-Whirl, the surgery on my arm (which was performed with a broken old cell phone) was declared a success. I was charged twenty cents, and allowed to use the money in the doctor's own Hanna Montana container, to pay for these services.

I thanked the doctor very kindly, and was instructed to follow the path out her door.

I went the wrong way.

I heard the doctor muttering as I continued down the hall that she simply could not believe the nerve of some people...

...After all she'd done for me.