Driving with my wife
O“Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am?”
Screams the stricken guest,
Unable to see the tell-tale spittle,
Dripping from his chin.
After she quickly looked him over,
The well-trained desk clerk calmly replied,
“With that frail frame of flesh
For a body and only a brief blur
Of years for a life,
Who could you possibly be?
Who could you possibly be?”
In just minutes his condition improved,
No longer shaking, no longer flushing red
With rage.

by Jerry Shonda