I was sitting in my usual spot earlier this afternoon...having a beer at my usual neighborhood bar after work. There were two medical students next to me, and I was sort of eavesdropping, listening to them "diagnose" every patron. Someone would walk in, they'd watch, and then discuss what was wrong with the person. And there was SOMEthing wrong with everyone, it seemed. Eventually, an old man (imagine that...old in MY eyes) walked in, legs apart, shuffling, a look of discomfort on his face. "Pelfy Syndrome," said the first med student. "You can tell by the shuffle." "Don't think so," said the other. "Skyatski's Miasma. Look at his face, and the legs far apart." They argued a bit, and finally went to ask him. "Sir," said the first. "Excuse me, I don't mean to pry, but my friend and I are med students, and we couldn't help notice you as you walked in. Do you by any chance do you have Pelfy Sydrome?" "Nope," said the old man. "You're wrong." "Skyatski's Miasma?" asked the second. "Nope, you're wrong too." "Well then...what DO you have?" "Well...I thought I had gas, but I was wrong too." "