Int. Doctors
A man is sat with his doctor at a table.
Doctor: So, what seems to be the problem?
Man: I’ve got some phobias.
Doctor: How many?
Man: T…T…T….
Doctor: Twenty?
Man: No! I’ve got t… t… t… (EXHALES) I’ve got one and another one.
Doctor: Two?
The man screams and starts headbutting the desk. He stops.
Doctor: I beg your pardon?
Man: You said it. You said THAT number.
Doctor: Two?
The man screams and starts headbutting the desk. The man stops.
Man: You said that number again!
Doctor: What? T-
Man: Yes! That’s what one of my phobias is.
Doctor: Ah, I see. You have a phobia of the number t-
Man: YES!
Doctor: How long have you had this phobia?
Man: Since I was twenty t… twenty t… a year after my 21st birthday.
Doctor: So since nineteen ninety two?
The man screams and starts headbutting the desk. He stops.
Doctor: Sorry.
Man: You weren’t to know.
Doctor: Well I was.
Man: But I hadn’t told you about my phobia of years.
Doctor: But there was a, y’know, in there as well.
The man thinks.
Man: Oh yes.
The man starts screaming and headbutts the desk. He stops.
Man: Sorry about that. It’s all this headbutting. It’s made me a little slow.
Doctor: Interesting. Lets try a bit of aversion therapy. Two.
The man starts screaming and headbutts the desk. He stops.
Doctor: Nineteen sixty seven.
The man starts screaming and headbutts the desk. He stops.
Doctor: Two thousand and two.
The man starts screaming and headbutts the desk. He stops, rubs his head and looks round.
Man: Where am I?
Doctor: You’re in the doctors. Do you know what year it is?
Man: It’s two thousand and eight, isn’t it? Wait… Doctors? Am I ill?
Doctor: Not any more.
ENDS
