Copy cat

I was quietly minding my own this morning when the middle-aged man seated across from me in the waiting room leaned over and asked, "Are they here to clone you?"

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"Are they here to clone you?"

"Not that I know of."

"Ah," he mumbled, settling back into his chair. And with that the doc opened the door and ushered me into the back.

I'm still wondering what was behind Door #2.