"Hello, Ms. Patient. It's good to meet you."
"Meet me? I know you. You're my doctor."
"No, I don't think so."
"Sure you are. I've been trying to make another appointment with you for months. I call the clinic and request you specifically, every time. I've referred two friends here to you also. I've been telling everyone how terrific you are."
"Yeah, you don't remember? I had untreated syphilis..."
"Um... that doesn't necessarily narrow it down. But, uh, sure. I'm glad you had such a positive feeling about our one appointment."
"Oh. Wow. Let me take a quick look at your chart. Hmmm. Those do indeed seem to be my notes. I'm sure it'll all come back to me as soon as I read through... no... no, nothing's seeming too familiar...."
"So you really don't remember me?"
"I think I should probably say I do."
"It's okay, I understand."
"And you haven't changed anything about your appearance since I last saw you?"
"Uh, no... I don't think so... oh, except now I'm dressing as a woman."
"You've had a sex change...???"
"No, I was just kidding. You just don't remember me, do you?"
"I'm sorry. I don't."
"I may stop referring my friends to you, if that's okay."
"No, I understand."