This may sound kind of weird, but I feel like I’ve got to air it out… much as one might air out his/her favorite kimono that’s acquired a musty smell from too much must.
This guy I met a couple weeks ago called me up out of the blue and asked if he could have one of my kidneys. I told him I was very sorry to hear he needed a kidney transplant and he got really agitated at me.
“Look, Dr. Know-It-All, don’t jump to conclusions when you don’t know crap about nothing. My kidneys are fine.”
I politely asked him why he was requesting one of my kidneys then, if his were fine.
“I’d like to have one in the bank,” he said, “just in case.” “So, are you going to be a pal, a stingy prick, or what?!”
I told him I’d need a little time to think it through. I’m just not sure this is a good idea…