The cynicism of doctors knows no boundaries. A friend who works as a gynecologist asked her to repair her computer at work. The dress issued at the entrance to the office was supposed to raise some suspicion, because as soon as I sat behind the car, the doctor, without hesitation, called the patient to the appointment. She, seeing the dress on me, quietly sat down in a chair, which, infected, was spread straight to the table. Moreover, it did not confuse even the punctually red rod, which is not so contrasting with the same scratched coat. In short, if it wasn’t for lunch, I’t have left there at all.