Humble One

All you had to do is tell the story. But the directors turned out to be very bad at story telling. It felt like I was in one of those annual get togethers with my in-laws, where my husband went to fix something in his old room and I was left to painfully and slowly loose my mind while listening to how his uncle had this weird spot appear on his foot, and how he went on worrying for days and nights until one day he summons the courage and makes an appointment with the doctor. So he goes to this clinic the next day, at around 7 in the morning(it was windy and raining). He had this rude nurse with very cold hands take a sample of that spot from his left foot, and “Why did I need to take my socks off entirely when I could have just lowered the sock???”. Her breath smelled like pickles, apparently made him a bit sick. She said he shouldn’t have come for a spot like that and it’s probably nothing. He sort of got angry he had to get up so early and go to the clinic in such a bad weather and while putting the sock back on he realised it was a bit wet from that rain, which got him thinking he might get ill now for sure, which got him even angrier. It took him forever to get back since he was taking the bus home and it was lunch time, and everybody was on their way somewhere to have something to eat. “Why can’t people just pack their lunch? What’s with this new thing going out to eat somewhere? Save your money! Eat your leftovers! Gosh.” So after what seemed forever he finally got home watched some news, they as always were going on about global warming or something “Global warming??? It so cold out there! I’ve spent a fortune on heating!” Anyways he ate some leftover pasta he had in his fridge... . And sometime later he got a call saying he had “A cyst? Cystic something, rather, thingy”. And how that rude nurse was sort of right and he should have just bought some topical cream from a local farmacy instead of going somewhere on such a rainy, windy day! Also he told me this story at least twice now.