Even Angels Have Their Wicked Schemes

Me: Are you waiting for someone in surgery?
Asshole son of patient: Yeah.
Me: What's the name?
Asshole son: Why?
Me: So that when the doctor asks me who the family is, I know that you're here and don't send them away.
Asshole son: He knows who we are.
Me: No, honey, he doesn't know you from a hole in the wall, but feel free to test that theory. When I'm right, feel free to grovel appropriately.