Plastic Surgeon

A plastic surgeon in full scrubs walks into a Starbucks. Before the barista can ask him what he'd like, he begins to rattle off demands: "Tall bold pour-over, no room for cream, 185 degrees, no sugar, no flavoring. I'd like it in my personal to-go mug, with 7 napkins on the side, OK?" The barista, unfazed by the surgeon's request, calmly replies, "Suture self."