The Repairman & The Mitral Valve

So my stovetop is broken. . .actually its been broken for over a month, but when you are on surgery - you don't care. Now that surgery is done & the weather is turning cooler. . .and all one can think about is grilled cheese and soup (those are my two specialities) - I am now thinking about the stove & yearning for the magic of turning the button on the stove & magical heat coming off of the burners. . .so I got out the old trusty yellow pages (which by the way, my household has 3 identical HUGE yellow pages books and NOT a single white pages book. . .intreging!) and looked up "appliances." I scientifically picked my repairman (by seeing whose ad was most attractive without looking too busy) & picked a guy named Earl.

Fastforward. . .Earl has been over to my house the past two days (he's a cute, sweet little grandpa). . .and if you (the reader) know me at all - it won't suprise you that I began chatting with this fellow & thus now know his life story. . .most interestingly his medical history concerning his recent valve replacement surgery. We discused the advantages of procine vs mechanical vs synthetic valves this morning. . .then, since I'm a dork & NOT shy at all, I asked him "would you mind if I listened to your new mitral valve. . .I've never heard a mechanical one before?" Earl was gracious & let me listen. . .then the strangest thing happened. . .as he left my house off to his next appointment with Mrs. Gray's cranky washing machine, he stopped, turned back & gave me a hug & said "thanks for listening to my heart. . .you're a wonderful doctor."

I just wonder - did I make an impression on him. . .or was he just excited that my oven ended up having two things wrong with it?