"Stop playing with it!"

"You okay?" he asks.

"I have a lump on my neck," I reply, neck arched back, head resting on the back of my chair, fingers vigorously scrubbing the skin.

"Let me see."

I put my hand down.

"It's a zit!" he proclaims.

"No it feels like a lump...not there, here."

"Yeah, it's a zit."

"Are you sure? Not there...over here."

"Move your finger."

"Well?"

"It's a zit!" He sounds mildly annoyed. "Stop playing with it."

"Well better it's on the outside than on the inside."

"True."

Pause.

"Stop playing with it!"