Going to the Doctor in these modern days - the Case of Bubba's Shingles

Those of us who spend much time in a doctor's office should appreciate
this!

Doesn't it seem more and more that physicians are running their practices
like an assembly line? Here's what happened to Bubba:

Bubba walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he
had. Bubba said: 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his name, address, medical
insurance number and told him to have a seat.

Fifteen minutes later a nurse's aide came out and asked Bubba what he had.
Bubba said, 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete
medical history and told Bubba to wait in the examining room.

A half hour later a nurse came in and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba said,
'Shingles.' So the nurse gave Bubba a blood test, a blood pressure test, an
electrocardiogram, and told Bubba to take off all his clothes and wait for
the doctor.

An hour later the doctor came in and found Bubba sitting patiently in the
nude and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba said, 'Shingles.' The doctor
asked, 'Where?'

Bubba said, 'Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload 'em??'