Illness

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The taxi driver from the Bronx was feeling somewhat ill one day. The longer he drove the worse he felt. Fearing that it might be serious, he headed toward Park Avenue where he frequently delivered passengers to the most fashionable and prestigious doctors. Locating a suitable office, the cabbie entered and immediately demanded to be seen.

The receptionist, likewise fearing that the man was seriously ill, arranged for the doctor to see him immediately. Some minutes later the doctor determined that nothing more than indigestion was indicated and the cabbie was on his way again.

"Thank you, doctor," he repeated over and over with the greatest sincerity. "How much do I owe you?"

"Just see my receptionist on the way out," replied the doctor.

Moments later the cabbie received a bill for $150. "It's an outrage," he loudly proclaimed. "This is totally out of the question."

The receptionist tried to calm him and avoid upsetting the other patients, but with no success. It wasn't long before the doctor came out and tried to quiet the man himself. After some discussion the doctor finally said in exasperation,

"Just pay me whatever you think is fair and we'll leave it at that."

"That's reasonable," said the cabbie, whereupon he immediately extracted his wallet and produced $15. The doctor took the bills and the cabbie again headed for the door.

"Wait," said the doctor, "I'll settle for $15, but I have to ask you. Surely a cabbie must realize that Park Avenue is the most expensive place in The City for doctors. Why did you come here in the first place?"

"Listen, doc," replied the cabbie, "where my health is concerned, money is no object ..."