‘I have a problem, Doc,’ he started.
‘Of course, why else would you be here,’ said the polite little brat.
‘Yes, please, I have other customers waiting.’
‘My right arm has been hurting since yesterday.’
‘Oh, that’s all?’ She grabbed a pen. ‘Take amoxee … amockcy… err, four apples a day for two days. That will be Rs 50. And next time onwards, please come to me with a real problem, like cancer or heart attack or something, so that I make more money.’
‘Sure, my little well-wisher…’ I thought I heard him mutter.