Thanks for Nothing
Ever since you were young, you decided that you were going to study hard and go to medical school to become a doctor. There’s nothing in life that satisfies you more than healing the ill. So, after 20 years of medical school and whatnot, you’re finally allowed to deal with patients.
But as soon as you go to stick your needle into a patient’s arm, they have the audacity to correct your needle-poking technique. On what authority do they speak, you ask them, knowing full-well that they have no formal medical training. And their answer—“I watched all eight seasons of Scrubs”—causes you to rethink your decision to help others.