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that they used to be able to take a shit or a wiz if they ever had to get surgery approved for an obstruction." "Maybe they just want to piss for educational purposes," Shannon laughed darkly, but turned to greet Lois, the clinic secretary, as she approached with an arm full of folders and charts. "Hello doctor Macaluso. Hi Shannon. Scuse, Mac. Shannon, I set that meeting for this Thursday afternoon. The exact hour is loose, I cut back Thursday... sometime after two o'clock when everybody finishes up... and traffic, who knows, whenever you get there. Bela said that she was bringing a Mister Doofus, or Goofus, Schmoofis, something like that, I didn't quite get it." Shannon abruptly switched gears from listener to organizer. "Great! Are those the charts, I wanted for the meeting?" reaching out. Lois twisted to withdraw them from reach. "No, boss lady. Believe it or not, other people have charts too. These are mine, just need dictations filed. I put five of the charts you requested on your desk. The bazillion others are up in transcription. I'll get them later today. I also pulled those papers you wanted for the meeting. They're on your desk with the charts." "Super." Looking back to the lunch line Lois queried, "What's that shit they're serving?" Mac jumped in, "Liver and peaches." Lois snorkeled holding her nose over her charts as she walked away. Shannon turned and beamed, "Tonto, know what that was?"