Mr. L: Miss R, where are you running off to this weekend?? Palm Springs? Vegas? The Bahamas?
Me: Actually, I am going skydiving in Santa Barbara this weekend! I am so nervous!
Mr. L: Oh umm….I’ll be right back Miss R.
Me: Where are you going?
Mr. L: To get the psychiatrist.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had an appointment with her — you better get in there so you’re not late.
Mr. L: No, no, I don’t have an appointment — I am bringing her in HERE for YOU! You’ve officially gone nutso and I am going suggest getting you on suicide watch!