I'm counseling a clinic patient this afternoon about obesity and her high cholesterol, and as we're talking she reaches into her purse...
And pulls out a hot dog.
Wrapped in foil, but still... a hot dog. And she unwraps it and starts eating. While we are talking. About her eating habits.
"I'm sorry, you can't eat that in here."
"I didn't get a chance to eat lunch."
"I'm sorry, you just can't. This is an office that a lot of doctors share, and there's a very strict rule against food. Plus, you can't eat a hot dog while we're talking about things you should and shouldn't be eating. You just can't."
"I didn't get the french fries. I'm trying."
"I know you're trying, but you really have to put that away. You really can't eat that in here."
"I'll be neat."
"No one's neat. If we let people eat in here, the office would be a mess. And it can't smell like hot dog in the doctor's office. It really can't. I don't know what else to say except that I have to cut the visit short if you don't put that away."
And then she stuffed the entire thing into her mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed.
"Okay, all done."
"That was not the right answer."
"You didn't give me much of a choice."
"I can't believe that just happened."
"Don't tell me you don't like hot dogs."
"I'm sorry. I have to go... check something... in the chart...."