A man walked into a doctor’s office and said to the receptionist, “I need to see the doctor immediately.”

“What seems to be the problem?” she asked.

The man leaned closer and whispered, “I think I’m invisible.”

The receptionist looked at him for a moment.

“You think you’re invisible?”

“Yes,” he said. “And it’s getting worse.”

She picked up the phone and called the doctor.

“Doctor, there’s a man here who says he’s invisible.”

From the other room, the doctor shouted, “Tell him I can’t see him right now.”

The receptionist burst out laughing.

The man did not.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he said. “Nobody takes me seriously.”

A few minutes later, the doctor called him in.

The man sat down and said, “Doctor, this is ruining my life.”

“How so?” asked the doctor.

“Well, yesterday I stood in line at the bank for twenty minutes, and the cashier called the person behind me.”

“That happens sometimes.”

“Then I went to a coffee shop, and the barista asked, ‘Who ordered the latte?’ while I was standing right in front of her.”

“Maybe she was distracted.”

“Then I went home, and my wife said, ‘Oh, you’re back already?’ I had been sitting on the sofa for three hours.”

The doctor nodded and made some notes.

“I see.”

“No, doctor, you don’t. That’s the problem.”

The doctor tried not to smile.

“Let’s do a few tests.”

He checked the man’s eyes, ears, reflexes, and blood pressure. Everything seemed normal.

Finally, the doctor said, “Physically, you’re fine.”

“So why does everyone ignore me?”

The doctor leaned back.

“Tell me about your daily routine.”

The man sighed. “I wake up, complain about the weather, complain about work, complain about traffic, complain about prices, watch TV, complain about the news, then complain that nobody listens to me.”

The doctor nodded.

“I think I found the problem.”

“You did?”

“Yes,” said the doctor. “You’re not invisible.”

The man looked relieved.

“Then what am I?”

The doctor smiled and said:

“You’re just married.”