Dr Huff and his wife were rowing at breakfast. She'd given no real attention to cooking his food at all.
Getting really nasty, he said, "And the food is crap and, what's more, let's face it, you're crap in bed."
Aghast, and wanting him to withdraw the slur, she asked, "Is that your opinion, your real opinion?"
"Yes, that is my real opinion. And to hell with it all - I'm going."
He stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him. The wheels screeched as he pulled out of the drive. But as the hours passed and patients went in and out, and Dr Huff had put on false professional pleasantries for them, he realised how he should not treated her so badly and taken it all out on his wife. So he delayed his next patient and rang her, but the ringing went on and on. Finally, she answered.
"Oh God who is it?"
"It's me," he said. "And why did you take so long to answer?"
"I was in bed," she replied.
"Have I made you too upset? I'm so..."
"Not at all that I could care. If you must know, doctor, I'm getting a second opinion."