I feel like I quite frequently have this or a similar conversation:
Non-med Friend, T: So wait, how many of your classmates are coming with you to the picnic?
Me: Seven. There’s seven of us.
T: (jaw drops) Whoa! SEVEN doctors?
Me: No, no. Seven FUTURE doctors.
Other non-med friend, A: But you’ve all had different rotations, right?
Me: Well, yeah.
A: So if we get hurt or sick at the picnic, you guys can fix it.
I really hope I never have to test this idea, because I’m haunted by the thought that I’ll discover firsthand exactly why medical training is SO excruciatingly long…