Gorgias

The doctor smirked. He was a giant asshole. His only clients were new clients, i.e. no client ever returned to his terrible office. He seriously was an asshole. Once, he told a patient he smelled of raisins, then opened his mouth surprised, then laughed a beat and then stood up and said, “so you’re probably very sick”.

Another time, a patient limped into his office and he had a laughing fit, or rather, he faked one, and every time the patient took a step — this took a while considering the lack of proper leg on the sinistral — he took a huge breath to gather more air for laughs. “Don’t tell me, don’t tell me: you have a headache! Haaahaha aahhahaha!” Douchebag deluxe, totally.

Not uncommon was the patient with the common cold, whom he sent away immediately, and then, when they closed the door behind them, which they invariably did, the closing, he threw a shoe at it, the door, and so they were scared shitless upon leaving, knowing not an iota more about their health or lack thereof and also being followed by loud clacking sounds. Jerk of a doc.

Such an asshole. His wedding ceremony, when the churchly official asked whether or not anyone had any issues with Asshole M.D. marrying that poor poor lady, even his own mother got up and said, “well, he’s a fucking dick, pardon m’ French”, and then he got married, the doctor.

Et cetera.