The other day I called my cardiologist's office to make an appointment, and yes, I am the youngest person ever to have a cardiologist, but if you were me you'd have high blood pressure too.
So I got put on hold while the receptionist looked up available dates in 2027. (A side effect of having a seasoned nurse as your mother is that you wind up with the very best doctors, who of course have the very busiest schedules. I ought to start looking for obstetricians now.) And as she clicked me over to the hold-message, I heard something somewhat surprising.
"...today for a Wendy's Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger!" I don't know what the rest of it said, because I was laughing too hard.
Now I know why he's always so damn busy.