Spring is near, I tell you.

I go from home to the subway, I do no harm to anyone, suddenly an uncle of the most ordinary kind approaches me (in the sense, neither a drunken nor a drunken is like) and asks:

Are you not a doctor by chance?

A little overwhelmed by such an unexpected question at half eight in the morning (moreover, I am not a doctor by chance, but quite intentionally), I answer:

and no.

The uncle declares: “Well, you would go!” and joyfully departs, leaving us alone with cognitive dissonance...