The Doctor

I'm sitting at a café, drinking a cup of black tea, noir, when someone behind me lets out a deathlike scream. AHHIR! I look behind me and notice instead that it was a scream of life. A woman having a baby!

Her water has broke in the café! I think to myself, "Is it me? Or is nobody helping this poor woman?" I look around and realize I'm alone, "it isn't just me, it's a fact." I wake up from my stupor and dial the ambulence on my mobile phone. The woman is still shrieking, and notices me:

- Get my husband! He's a doctor! -

By the time I am finished calling the ambulence, a crowd has gathered round the poor woman, but the referred husband doesn't seem to have arrived. I have no idea how to deliver a baby, but I am drawn near the crowd. The cry of the distressed woman is still piercing through the hubbub:

- Please, my husband... He knows what to do! -

I mill about, waiting to see what happens. Finally the husband shows up, although less the five minutes have gone by. He arrives with an authoratitive air, exclaiming:

- Move aside, quick! I'm a dermatologist! -

It turns out the baby grew up to have clean and hydrated pores.