A woman came to the ER to see her brother, who was my patient. After I saved his life, I turned my attention to a more difficult task: namely, finding out whether or not she was married. I could not see her left hand to check for a wedding ring, so I passed the time by gazing at her lovely face.

During the course of our conversation, she suddenly stopped in the middle of a sentence and stared at me. “Don't I know you?” she asked.

I wish, I thought to myself.

She exclaimed, “That's it! I knew that you looked familiar! You're my neighbor!”

She must have had better eyesight than me, but now that she mentioned it, she did look like my neighbor. We'd never met (people in that neighborhood generally were not very sociable), but I'd seen her a few times walking to her mailbox or mowing the lawn (her husband apparently did not like yard work). Darn, she is married. Gotta find love somewhere else.

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