What is the one job women cannot do?

"Are you here for testing or deposit?"

"Neither.  Withdrawal."

The medical receptionist looked up from her paperwork.  "Withdrawal?"

"I would like to close my account."

For a moment, James didn't think she would help him, but her hesitation stemmed from a lack of procedural knowledge.  No one ever closed his account.  She picked up the phone and called for one of the specialists.  A smooth, professional doctor arrived, her hair looking freshly brushed.

"I'm Doctor Fallenti, and you are..."  She held out her hand, and James automatically shook.

"James Drevin."

"James.  Nice to meet you.  How can I help you?"

He knew they had met before, but didn't want to point it out.  "I would like to close my account."

He caught the receptionist's incredulous 'I told you so' look for Doctor Fallenti.  "Please, James, come with me to my office so we can discuss your request."

Against his training, James didn't move to obey.  "I won't change my mind.  I would like to withdraw all my donations and close my account.  Right now."

"James," the doctor smiled, "it's not possible."

"Yes, it is.  I know my rights.  I want my donations before any are used."

The doctor nodded at the receptionist who began typing.  James hoped they were sending for his samples right now and he'd be able to leave before the day really started burning.  The receptionist shook her head, reading from the screen, "It's too late.  They've already been used."

James couldn't even swallow.  "What?  When?  I wasn't notified!  That's impossible."

Doctor Fallenti read over the receptionist's shoulder.  "Your sample was used...five years ago."  She smiled at James, "Congratulations!  You're a father."