A father walks into a bar with his son and gives him three pennies to play with. Suddenly the boy starts choking. The father realizes the boy has swallowed the coins and starts slapping him on the back. The boy coughs up two of the pennies but keeps choking. Looking at his son, the father panics and shouts to the bar’s patrons for help. A well-dressed, attractive and serious-looking woman in a blue pantsuit is sitting at a table in the corner, reading a newspaper.

At the sound of the commotion, she the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and puts it on the table, gets up from her seat and makes her way to the boy. The woman carefully drops the boy’s pants, grabs hold of his testicles, and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and then ever so firmly. After a few seconds, the boy convulses violently and coughs up the last penny, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand. As she turns to walk back to her seat, the father rushes over and starts hanking her. “Thank you for saving my son, but I’ve never seen anybody do anything like that before. Are you a doctor?” The woman replied, “No, I work for the IRS.”