"So Doc,Here I am in a windjammer stateroom on the Mediteranean and it
sucks."

"Why is that?", said the Doctor.

"Well, there are people out there who throw C-notes around like water
balloons. You know the type. They make a splash wherever they go and
live it up; champagne and caviar for breakfast and all that. Then
there's the other half, ninety-something percent really, who work hard
and still struggle to pay the mortgage or make a car payment. A vacation
is a luxury and it had damn well better be worth it when you take it."

The doctor said nothing and continued his ministrations. "So here I am
running a fever on a boat. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I
pay my taxes, most of em anyways, and what do I get? Crapped on. And
it isn't just here, it's all the time. You'd think the Archangel Michael
himself said 'Yer a sinner Jimmy, and God's gonna fuck ya.' And for
what?" The Doctor hesitated for just a moment, but remained silent in
the face of the tirade.

Jimmy looked out the porthole and muttered something under his breath.
The doctor thought he said "Still fucking me aren't you big guy", but
couldn't be sure. "So what's my temp at anyway?", he asked. The Doctor
really did not want to answer and winced involuntarily as he said,
"99.2 degrees and still holding sir."

"So What you are saying is that I'm still sick? Right? Well you're fired.
I didn't buy this scow expecting to get the service I'm getting. Now get
out of my room and send in that punk steward. I think I want some
champagne and caviar for breakfast.
word.