Abstract“Where's Dr. Tunzi?” Flor bellowed from the waiting room. “Is he here today?” Tattooed and built like a short middle linebacker, Flor is one of my favorite people. Despite schizophrenia, hepatitis C, and diabetes, she lives up to her name with a colorful and sunny personality. She and her partner, Nancy (a bipolar breast‐cancer survivor with chronic pain due to severe osteoarthritis of the hip), have been my patients for about fifteen years, since I first met them at the small homeless clinic I help staff. I was away one day last year when Flor and Nancy came in. It would be an understatement to say that it wasted everybody's time. But “team care” and “patient‐centered medical home” are the buzzwords of the day.