When I was in the hospital for about my 4th obstruction in about 5 months, the GI on call--Dr. Greenberg--came into my room and asked, "So, what do you think brought you in this time?" I responded that I had unthinkingly eaten an "everything" bagel (complete with sesame, poppy, and rye seeds--how stupid was that!) and shortly after I felt a flare come on that developed into this obstruction. He paused, gave me that doctor look that we all know and love and replied, "You're getting your PhD in what, English?" I replied, "Yes," having no idea where he was going with this. He then said in the most condescening tone you can imagine, "Well, I got my real doctors degree in medicine, so why don't you leave the diagnosing to me." Of all the ... he had asked ME what I thought had brought me in and I'd told him. I was steamed. I took a second to keep from spewing expletives at him, took a deep breath and said, "Perhaps in the future you should be more specific with your interrogatories. The subject and object of your initial query was the second person singular, which generally indicates a response is wanted from said subject. In the future, you may want to preface your question with the statement--this is just a rhetorical question, but...In the meantime, Herr Doctor Greenberg, allow me to grace you with one of my favorite interjections: You're Fired!" It obviously did the trick because I never saw him again. What an ass!