So my sister told me a funny story that was shared by her prof in her class. This woman treats people (I think she's a psychologist), and she was explaining Type A personalities. Now, one of her patients was a man in his 40s who ended up having a severe heart attack. She hadn't seen him at this point, but he was referred to her. She walks into his hospital room, and he's on his cell phone with his fax and laptop setup by the bed. You're really not supposed to be operating electronic equipment in the hospital because it can interfere with the hospital equipment. Anyway, she walks in and immediately she's surprised, because this man has just had a severe heart attack but is immediately back to work. Clue # 1 that he's a Type A personality. Anyway, she decides to do a little more observation before she actually categorizes him, so she walks over and says the following.
Woman: "Hello." Long pause.
Woman: "My...name...is...__________. I'm....here....to....help....you..."
The man is looking at her at this point in frustration.
She keeps talking slightly slower than normal.
He freaks out because he can no longer take the slowness and needs to get to the point.
And then she decides he is indeed a Type A personality.
Ahahahaha, it was so funny, you really just have to say what the woman did out loud. But the thing is, even I would get frustrated if someone talked slow. Ahahahaha.
Amanda's sweet sixteen tmw! My sister keeps making fun of me because I still go to birthday parties and sleepovers. Ahahahah. She's just jealous.
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