So, I had to go to the doctor surgery today to test how well my liver is functioning after the removal of my gall bladder... I wasn't sure exactly how they'd do the actual testing, but I should have known it'd involve drawing blood. So I get into see the blood specialist guy, and explain to him that I don't have good veins for taking blood, and I get a little queasy at the sight of blood. He says that's fine, just look away and I'll keep you talking, no problem. Here's how the conversation went:
Him: Were you waiting long?
Me: Um, actually no, I'd only just walked in, gave the lady my name and I was called to come in.
Him: Ah, great. Which country are you from?
Him: Mmhmm, which part?
(long, long pause in which I'm thinking of all the blood being drained slowly out of my veins)
Him: Did you have to wait long today?