As I said my goodbyes to Dr. Vinnie Boombatz, his cell phone started to ring, chime, or whatever the holy crap kind of sound it made to let him know he had a call.
I waved at the door as he answered, waving back.
"You've gotta help!" I heard a voice cry out from the phone in panic.
"Who is this?" Dr. Boombatz wanted to know.
"You've gotta help!" the voice continued. "My wife's going into labor! My wife's going into labor and you've gotta help!"
"Calm down," the doctor said. "Tell me, is this her first child?"
"No," the voice said. "This is her husband!"
