The phone rings.
The sister: Allison! I sliced my finger open, I think I hit bone, do I need stitches? I don’t have time for this. I start my job tomorrow.
Me: Oh wow, I’m not sure. I’m going to give you to the boyfriend and he’ll know what to do.
The boyfriend: Hey, are you okay?
The sister: I think I sliced my finger to the bone, do I need stitches?
The boyfriend: Oh wow! All the way down to the bone? That’s impressive! Did it hit the nail, or was it just muscle?
And this is why the boyfriend is in pathology, where he doesn’t deal with patients.