An optometrist friend of mine is a bit scatter-brained at times. He wouldn’t argue with that. He got a phone call once while seeing his last patient of the day. He had fitted him in late and told the staff “You go home, I’ll lock up”. He took the call at the reception desk, listened carefully, said “Yes, Yes” and agreed to get home soon.
He then left the office, locked up and went home – a twenty minute drive.
After he’d been home awhile he suddenly remembered!!! Omigawd! He leapt into his car and roared back to the practice, unlocked and walked in to where the man was still sitting in the chair.
The poor man was the first to speak: “Doctor, I hope you don’t mind, I moved the machine away from my face a little”.
Ahem, “Not at all” said my man and carried on examining the poor humble guy’s eyes.
Man, was he lucky with WHO it was. He coulda got ROASTED! His staff told the story for years afterwards!