Why is it that every time I go to get a cup of coffee from the clinic coffee room the kettle is empty?

Why is it that the only time I ever meet the chief executive in the hospital corridor is on that one occasion when I have nipped out to the supermarket to buy some groceries, and he chooses to have a serious conversation with me in the corridor while I'm carrying a plastic shopping bag?

Why is it that the last patient in the evening clinic always seems to enthusiastically produce a hand written list of detailed symptoms and questions, which they prepared meticulously over the past few weeks, and want …