It was a cold spring morning in London. People
walking in the street were wearing heavy clothes. The weather had been very bad
for the past week, and now many people were ill. Today there were quite a few
people in the doctor’s waiting room. There were still a few minutes before the
doctor started seeing the patients (患者). A woman of about sixty
years old was at the front of the queue(队伍). She did not live in this city. She
came from a farm north of London. She was here to visit her daughter who was a
secretary in a big company. She wanted to see the doctor because of her back
problem. Soon an Indian (印度人) came into the waiting room, and
walked straight to the doctor’s door. When she saw this, the old woman stood up
and took hold of his arm. She said, slowly, "We were all here before you. You
must wait for your turn. Do...you...understand" The Indian
answered, "No, madam. You don’t understand! You’re all after me! I am the
doctor!" The change of weather made a lot of people sick.