Not feeling like a chat that afternoon br in the hospital waiting room, I sat br at the back in a row of empty chairs. br I didn’t have long to wait before br I saw him coming, slightly shuffling, br but purposeful, across the floor br to occupy the chair right next br to mine — “You can get them here for free, br they’ll charge you for them at the chemist.” br “What? ” — “Urine specimen bottles.” br “Oh! ” — I didn’t want to know. br “They test you nowadays for br everything — just dip it in br and they can find all sorts of things br gone wrong with you, no messing.” br Oh! ” — I didn’t want to know. br “I had my results last week, br after my operation...” Just then br to my delight I spied my wife br beckoning me to come, so br “Sorry, mate, I’ll have to go” br and all the gory details of your cherished op., br thank God, I’ll never get to know.