MrButler:Ineedtoseethedoctor.Mysonhashurthisarm.Receptionist:haveyougotanappointment,sir?MrButler:No.Butmysonfelloutofatreeintheparkandhurthimself.Andnowwemustseethedoctorassoonaspossible.Receptionist:Isee.Normallythedoctorissobusythathecanonlyseepatientswhohavemadeappointments.ButIunderstandthatthisisanemergency.Whatisyourson’sname?MrButler:George,GeorgeButler.Receptionist:Okay,MrButler.Whydon’tyoubothhaveaseat?MrButler:Thankyou.GeorgeButler:Dad,myarmreallyhurts.Ithinkit’sbroken.MrButler:Excuseme.Howlongdowehavetowaitbeforewecanseethedoctor?Mysonisinpain.Receptionist:well,somebodyhasjustcancelledhistwoo’clockappointment.Sothedoctorcanseeyouthen.MrButler:Ok.It’salmostoneo’clockalready.George,weonlyhavetowaitanhour.Doyouthinkyoucanmanagethat?GeorgeButler:Yes,OK,Dad.Receptionist:Butthereweretwootheremergenciesthismorningandalltheappointmentsareabitlate.Soyoumighthavetowaituntilabouttwothirtytoseethedoctor.MrButler:wedon’thaveachoice,dowe?