To most people, scrubs do not constitute a sexy outfit. But Laura wears scrubs, Robbie finds Laura very sexy, so to him, scrubs are sexy. Plus they come off easily. Such were the contents of Robbie's all too brief day dream about Laura. He decided that it was a good thing that he did not go to school and meet Laura as an undergrad. He would have been too mesmerized by her to focus on the books.
Just then the object of Robbie's affection burst into his office without knocking.
" I know I do not have an appointment and I better not need one with you, Sir." was how Laura, in her best Dr. Hobson mode, entered Robbie's office.
Robbie was still smiling, trying to calm Laura down a bit "Dr. Hobson, please sit down, how may I help you?" he asked her.
"Do you still train your new sergeants and DI's or just let them lose upon the office and let others train them? Hoping that they'll pick up a few good pointers along the way?" Dr. Hobson asked of Robbie. Robbie noted that she was angry, but did not have a cigarette or a sharp object in her hand, so he had a chance, he hoped, of helping Dr. Hobson with her concerns.
Dr. Hobson provided Robbie with a list of grievances that would make Martin Luther's 95 Theses tacked to the church door in Wittenburg look tame. He hoped that DI Hathaway could give him absolution if needed, since he had trained for the church, in the event that Dr. Hobson would not be so considerate.
Robbie wrote as quickly as he could to record Dr. Hobson's suggestions about what needed examined by him to make her department's interactions with the sergeants and DI's more civilized and efficient. Robbie asked Dr. Hobson "Would you mind if I read the list of items that you've informed me about back to you, to make certain that I have captured the details?" Dr. Hobson was agreeable to him doing so.
After their conversation, Dr. Hobson left Robbie's office as quickly as she had entered it, but she seemed a bit calmer, now. Robbie planned to take her one of her favorite coffees a bit later in the day, but he was going to be certain that he got decaffeinated coffee for her today. She was already animated and charged up enough without having her with a large dose of caffeine in her system.
Between now and coffee time, he needed to devise a plan to start to address Dr. Hobson's concerns, or she might make him as extinct as the dodo, after all. At the very least, he might have dinner in the canoe, as well as be sleeping in it given the good doctor's level of displeasure, at the moment. Maybe he could start one of those "micro" hotels using canoes, in some manner?