My class assigment this week, was to write a story about a patient going to see a therapist that he didnt reale was crazy. I made it into Marriage counselling and if you choose to read, you'll soon see why,
Jake and Stella Robinson have an appointment with the very famous therapist Dr. John Houston.
Stella Robinson: “Good Morning Doctor, I am Stella Robinson, my husband Jake will be here shortly, he is looking for parking.”
Dr. Houston: “Stella, hey Stella!!”
As they are waiting, Stella examines the unusual toys on the Doctors desk.
Dr. Houston: “Plastics”
Jake Robinson: “I’m sorry that I am late, but parking was horrendous. I finally found a spot on the street.”
Dr. Houston: “Is it safe?”
Jake: “I’m not sure. How safe is Mott Street?”
Dr. Houston: “Forget it, Jake, it’s Chinatown.”
The buzzer rings and Mrs. Watson, the Doctor’s assistant, asks if he has heard from the Robinsons.
Dr. Houston responds: “They’re Here.”
Stella: “Jake, you parked in Chinatown. We’ll never get home.”
Dr. Houston: “There is no place like home.”
Stella: “Doctor, we have seen four or five therapists. None could help, we are hoping that you could.”
Dr. Houston: “Why didn’t you come to me first?”
Jake: “Surely, that can’t matter. You can’t be serious?”
Dr. Houston: “I am serious…and don’t call me Shirley.”
Shirley: “Doctor, please, we were told that you were unorthodox…, and that you would be the perfect Therapist for us.”
Doctor Houston: “Well, nobody’s perfect.”
The telephone in the outer office rings, and the Doctor excuses himself.
Doctor Houston: “I’ll Be back.”
While the Doctor is out, the Robinsons speak among themselves.
Stella: “Do you notice anything unusual about the Doctor?”
Jake: “He is a bit eccentric, but I like him.”
Stella: “It’s a little more, than that.”
The Doctor reenters the room.
Doctor Houston: “Here’s Johnny.”
Jake: “Houston, we have a problem.”
Stella: “Damn it Jake, now you are doing it.”
Jake: “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”
Stella: “Jake, ‘Snap out of it.’ Oh, Shit!! This must be contagious.”
Dr. Houston: “You ain’t heard nothing’ yet.”
Stella: “Doctor, maybe, if we took this one at a time.”
Dr. Houston: “Who’s on First?”
Stella: “I guess that I should go first. I owe so much to Jake, he took me from the gutter. Yet I feel that he doesn’t respect me. Doctor have you ever been poor and hungry?”
Dr. Houston: “As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”
Stella: “Good you understand where I came from, what it was like. Jake feels like I’ve held him back.”
Jake: “You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.”
Stella: “Doctor, you see my issue, the way that he speaks to me.”
Doctor Houston: “You talkin’ to me? What we have here is a failure to communicate.”
Stella: “That is precisely what I have been saying. This man speaks the truth, and Jake, ‘you can’t handle the truth.’”
As their time nears the end, Stella has come to believe that the Doctor, although a little eccentric is brilliant, and convinces Jake to see him five times a week. A grateful Stella Robinson, kisses the Doctor on his cheek.
Doctor: “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?”
Stella: “No Doctor, I am just so relieved. So we’ll see you tomorrow. ‘After all, tomorrow is another day.‘”
After the Robinsons leave, Mrs. Watson asks the Doctor, how he managed to get them to come in five days a week.
Doctor Houston: “Elementary, my dear Watson.”
As the Doctor returns to his office, Mrs. Watson hears him say, “Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.”