This reminds me of my cardiologist back in November. After a day of tests, stress tests and Lord only knows what kind of shit, he comes in and asks me if I want the good news or the bad news first.
I say, "The good news"
He says, "Everything is wide open and pumping great, no blockages and I guarantee that you'll live to at least the end of the month".
I say, "And the bad news is?".
His answer, "Today is the 29th".
God, I hate that smart ass.
To Jim, if my doctor's receptionist had said that to me I would have told her that I'm about to do what her grand daddy should have done and reached across the desk and slapped the shit out of her.