I had once a pain in the chestal area.
Now, I was sure it was heartburn, y'know, 'cause at that time I was married and my wife cooking with her nazi recipes, y'know, chicken Himmler.
I didn't wanna pay twenty-five bucks to have it reaffirmed by some medic, that I had heartburn. But I was worried 'cause it was in the chestal area.
Then it turns out my friend, Eggs Benedict, has a pain in his chestal area, in the same exact spot.
I figured if I could get Eggs to go to the doctor, I could figure out what was wrong with me, at no charge, so I con Eggs.
He goes. Turns out he's got heartburn.
Cost him twenty-five dollars, and I feel great, 'cause I figured I beat the medic out of twenty-five big ones, y'know.
Called up Eggs two days later-he died.
I check into a hospital immediately, have a battery of test run and x-rays. Turns out I got heartburn. Cost me a hundred and ten dollars.
Now I'm furious. I run to Eggs' mother, and I say: "Did he suffer much?"
And she said: "No, it was quick. Car hit him and that was it."