While standing in line in the company cafeteria, Jack said to Mike behind him, “My elbow hurts like hell. Guess I’d better see a doctor.”
“You don’t have to spend that kind of money,” Mike assured him. “There’s a diagnostic computer at the drugstore on the corner. Give it a urine sample, and the gizmo will tell you what’s wrong and what to do. It takes ten seconds and costs ten bucks, a helluva lot cheaper than a doctor.”