I am in the waiting area of a somewhat smaller cardiopoli near The Hague around 11 o’clock. The desk clerk calls the next patient: “Mrs. Jansen!”
Mrs. Jansen reports. “Mrs. Jansen, first you will have an EKG.”
Mrs. Jansen, clearly slightly disappointed: “Oh, I thought coffee.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of April 27, 2022