Doctor’s Disorders

(It is around three in the morning when I take a phone call.)

Me: “Front desk.”

Guest: “Help! My husband is feeling very sick. He needs a doctor!”

Me: “Ma’am, we don’t have any doctors in the hotel. Shall I call him an ambulance?”

Guest: *suspiciously* “And just where is this ‘ambulance’ going to take him?”

Me: “Um, to the hospital…”

Guest: “…”

Me: “…where there are doctors?”

Guest: “Oh. Okay, then.”