Dr. W.: Do I think your cat should stay here another night?
Dr. W. (without pause): Yes, I do
Dr. W. (without pause): Do I think it would be a terrible idea to take her home tonight?
Dr. W.: (without pause): No, I do not.
In effect, I stood there and the vet interviewed himself.
I couldn’t help feeling that the vet was sending me a message over and above his "message" about Molly. He seemed to be to be saying, "Listen, clearly, you’re hopeless. You are not soliciting the information you need. So, here’s the deal. I am going to ask the questions you should have asked. And then I’ll answer them." More exactly, there now seemed to a silent "you idiot" in front of everything he said. (Maybe, I’m just being too sensitive.)
Did people interview themselves like this, say, five years ago? I don’t think so.