Smells and politeness

I am at my therapist office. Next to me sits a grossly overweight man that by the state of his clothes is homeless. Wafts of stale urine is coming off of him and yet we're all sitting down around him keeping our faces impassive.

But we don't look at him, we don't smile and exchange those little meaningless but friendly phrases.

The doctor I once used to see comes to fetch him for his appointment and endlessly politely the large, smelly bear of a man asks: "Are you sure?" And my old doctor smiles, looks him in the eye and nods, "yes." 

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