“God, I’ve never been down for the count like this.”

“. . . Um . . .”

“What? What are you saying?”

“. . . I’m . . . not saying anything.”

“Are you saying that I *have* been down for the count like this before?”

“I’m trying to be as neutral as possible.”

“. . . Vasectomies don’t count you know . . . Neither do severed fingers. Or that first undiagnosed case of strep. Or ailments that are exacerbated by other discomforts, like the stomach bug I had on that flight back from Paris, or the ear infection I had while-”

“Mmm-hmm. Why don’t you get some rest . . .”