We all needed to get physicals to qualify for medical care in Iceland, so the studio took us to a clinic today. My exam went like this.

Me: “Hi, I’m afraid I’m sick.”
Dr. “Ah. What’s the trouble?”
Me: “Well, I saw a doctor yesterday who said it was a viral respiratory infection.”
Dr. “I see. Other than that are you in excellent health?”
Me: “Yes.” (cough, cough)
Dr. “Very good.” (He signs my form and sends me out.)

The other puppeteers’ physicals were even faster because they didn’t have the sidetrack about the cough.

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