Perfect communication

I had to go to a different one of Dr Fun-Killer's offices today, to pick up one of his awful concoctions I take twice a day.

Me: Hi, (Dr Fun-Killer) said I could come here and pick up some of that stuff in the bottle.
Receptionist: Oh, ok, that stuff.
Me: Yeah.
Receptionist: (walks into other room to get it) It doesn't have the thing, though.
Me: Oh, that's ok, I have one with the thing at home.

Who cares if nobody else knew what we were talking about.

**On a side note, this no-fun stuff is working. I ate a piece of chocolate today. I haven't had any for months now. I feel sooooo sick. No more chocolate for me. The brainwashing is working.