I usually like to throw in my two cents when I excerpt an article, but never you mind.
"There’s something I’ve been wondering about," I said. "But you have to promise me if I ask, you will tell me the truth."
"I promise," he said.
"Have you ever opened that door thinking there was a patient in here and found no one on this table?"
He laughed. "You mean does anyone ever chicken out?"
Not once," he said. "But it’s funny. About one in four—no maybe more
like one in three—schedule the operation and never show up."
Yes, I agreed, that was a riot. Then it wasn’t: There was a needle in my scrotum.