Don't play too dumb

The door to the hospital lobby opened, and Richardson, Velvet, and Greg Taylor walked inside, wearing dark shades and dramatic fluffy coats with really luxurious accessories to highlight their appearance.

As they marched toward the front desk, people stared, whispering, in disbelief that they could overdress to come to a hospital.

The nurse behind the desk finally looked up at them when Velvet tapped her nails on the wooden surface.

"Good morning. How may I help you?" The lady asked with a small smile.

Frustrated that the nurse was not recognizing them behind all those materials, Richardson slowly took out his shade, commanding, "Point us to which room our father is in."

"And your father is?" The lady asked with genuine concern.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"Sir, I will need your full name and that of the patient too."

Richardson's face grew red as though he was about to explode from anger. But as he was about to unleash all of that, Velvet cut in, removing her glasses, and said,