So I’m examining this Mexican kid who came in with a sore throat. His mom, who speaks English, brought along an uncle who just arrived from Mexico. This “Tio” is obviously grumpy and keeps muttering in Spanish about how hungry he is and how he wishes the doctor would hurry up so they can go eat. Not a big deal, so I ignore him and don’t let on that I speak Spanish, until…
Cranquis *auscultating the kid’s lungs*: Take a deep breath.
Uncle *in Spanish*: Oh for heaven’s sake, why is he listening to his lungs? The kid just has a sore throat!
Cranquis *in Spanish*: Because his mother mentioned that he was wheezing this morning.
Cranquis *in Spanish*: And don’t worry, I’m hungry too — I’m going as fast as I can.