Episode Twenty: Quin Steals

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When Tannenbaum came out the operating room Quin was nowhere to be found. He asked the nurse on watch if she knew where he was.

โ€œWho?โ€ She asked.

โ€œHe’s a young man, about this tall, carries a messenger bag, and his hair sticks up in the front.โ€

The nurse made a motioning movement on her forehead with her hand.

โ€œSort of like a tidal wave?โ€ She suggested.

โ€œYes, thatโ€™s him.โ€ Tannenbaum said. โ€œWhere is he?โ€

โ€œHe’s in the main atrium waiting room. He came and asked me where he could find a vending machine. I directed him there. From what I hear, he’s already worn himself thin on the receptionist there. Who is he, Doctor?โ€

โ€œThere’s no need to call me Doctor, nurse. Iโ€™m only visiting here.โ€

The nurse shrugged.

โ€œI donโ€™t know who he is.โ€ Tannenbaum answered. โ€œI met him somewhere, and heโ€™s just shown up again. I donโ€™t imagine that he’ll be around for long.โ€

The nurse agreed and congratulated Tannenbaum on his successful surgery. Tannenbaum accepted it gracefully, and stalked toward the main atrium waiting room. He didnโ€™t often tarry at this hospital in Miami, but he enjoyed staying in a well managed facility; and this hospital was certainly well managed. He rounded the corner and saw the waiting room. Quin was lying on the ground in front of the vending machine, stretching his arm up into the vent, reaching for a snack size bag of cheese curls. The receptionistโ€™s flushed angry face matched the embarrassed glances of the other people of the waiting room who refused to acknowledge Quinโ€™s faux pas.

Tannenbaum came close and stood directly behind him.


Quin looked up and behind him and saw Tannenbaum.

โ€œHi, Tannenbaum. Hey, you’ve got long arms. Could you help a guy out here?โ€

Tannenbaum shook his head.

โ€œWhat do you think you’re doing, Quin?โ€

Quin seemed confused.

โ€œFrom what I hear, Tannenbaum, you’re supposed to be at least a man of average intelligence. I dare you to look for a moment and tell me what you see. What does it look like I’m doing?โ€

โ€œIt looks like you’re trying to steal a snack bag from the vending machine.โ€ Tannenbaum answered.

โ€œIt does?โ€ Quin responded. โ€œWell, that’s probably because that’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Congratulations, you pass the test. Would you give me a hand? My arm won’t reach.โ€

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ Tannenbaum asked.

Quin sighed heavily and retracted his arm back through the vending machine door.

โ€œI thought we had been through this before. Let’s go over it again. What does it look like I’m doing? There is a better than fair chance that I’m doing the exact thing that it looks like I am doing.โ€

โ€œWhy are you stealing snacks from the vending machine?โ€ Tannenbaum asked.

Quin placed a hand over each eye and steeled himself.

โ€œI am not stealing. I spent the dollar I borrowed from you on a bag of cheese curls. This machine ate the dollar bill, but refuses to give me my snack. Being a fair minded citizen, I am trying to collect what is rightfully mine. Are you going to help me or not?โ€

Looking down on the young man, Tannenbaum thought how fruitless the effort was. He decided to say nothing and walk away.

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