At a family wedding not long ago, I caught sight early of one of the relatives, and went over to say hello. Other than being the friendly thing to do, there was also an ulterior motive.
He's a doctor. When we're at joint family functions, the first one to remember always calls "Off duty", leaving the other one supposedly in charge if anything goes wrong. It never has done before. I called it on this one, since the next scheduled one is for his engagement, and I thought it fair to let him have that one day off.
As the evening went on, one of the older guests collapsed in the middle of the dance floor. I didn't see it happen, or even sense anything was wrong, until I saw the doc get dragged away.
Being the nosey type, and realising that for him to be pulled away like he was must mean something's happened, I followed closely behind, arriving at the patient less than thirty seconds later.
I listened in to the initial assessment whilst stood behind him, and only after that offered my assistance.
"Glad you're here. This patient's a bit out of my league!"
Yes, he's a doctor. And by all accounts a good one.
But he's a paediatrician.
And this patient was just, as he put it, "a little too big" for him.
A joint operation of looking after our patient was completed, thankfully with no paperwork for a change.
We both walked back to our seats and mulled on our joint occupational hazard.
"Off duty, huh?" I laughed. "Apparently there's no such thing!"