Not that kind of doctor

Emily Brinkhurst told me this story.  

She said her father was a tinkerer. He was tinkering with something in his shop one day, when something went amiss.  

His ring finger was sticking out the wrong way.

“Ok,” he said, “that hurts.”  

The next door neighbors were both doctors and sure enough, Bill was sitting in the yard, reading a book.  Emily’s dad called over to him and showed him the screwy finger. 

Bill popped it back into place.

“He was so happy!” Emily said.

“Your dad?” I said.

“No, Bill.  He said, 'I'm a radiologist; I never get to fix anything!' ”