Don't tease me!

(18:21) I get the email that there is to be a liver transplant at 20:30.
(20:07) I get the page that says the transplant will begin 21:00.
(20:14) I get the page that says the transplant has been canceled.
(22:00) I go out dancing instead.

Turns out carrying a pager in a club makes you attractive. A law student asked for my phone number.

Cirrhotic liver. The kind you take out, not put in.