My wife's family GP liked a drink or two.

On one occasion we went to see him about referring her for a hospital appointment. He asked her how many patients were still in the waiting room and when she answered "I think I'm the last" he opened a drawer in his desk, took out a bottle of whisky, then proceeded to pour himself a generous measure. Judging from the bulbous nature and colour of his nose, this wasn't a rare occurence.

Lovely feller, to be honest, and probably a very good doctor before the drink got to him.

To keep on topic, I wouldn't have wanted to buy his car when he'd finished with it.

Edited by argybargy on 10/12/2017 at 09:46