Breakfast is Served

   The visit is to his old golf partner/ friend/acquaintance who has landed in a rehabilitation center after gall bladder surgery gone wrong.  He was initially sent to another rehab center, but when he needed further treatment, there were no beds available there, so he was sent to a different center, not his first choice, so he may have been a little disgruntled to begin with. 
   The patient is a man of once considerable reputation and status, having traveled extensively, and having lived in various parts of the world while engaging in his various professional pursuits.  He is learned and erudite, with a vast array of knowledge, and accustomed to being treated with the deference and respect accorded to a person of his stature.
   The patient relates to his visitor the account of what had happened that morning:  the attendant brings his breakfast into his room, where he is confined to bed because his body is weak.  She slides the food tray onto his table, right under his nose, with only the words, "Here's your breakfast."   Too brusque, and too rude for the patient.  He puts both hands beneath the offered trayful of food, and propels it forward with all his strength, splattering it all over the server and the room.   "And here's YOUR breakfast," he tells her.  She says she is going to report him to the facility's administrator, and he tells her to bring that administrator here to the room.  The visitor left so the outcome is unclear. 
     "Do not go gentle into that good night.  Rage, rage against the dying of the light."