I went to visit my favorite doctor last Friday. Not my young, inquisitive IBS doctor. My other favorite doctor; my woman doctor. No, not my doctor who is a woman. He's not a woman, he has a beard that any man would envy. You know...the doctor that makes you nervous for a week before your appointment. The guy who you spend an extra 30 minutes in the shower on the day of your appointment just to make sure everything is "presentable." The guy who's really nice but no matter how nice he is, it's still really uncomfortable to talk to him while he's examining certain things.
Ok? Now do you know which doctor I'm talking about? Good...
Nate was kind enough to accompany me on my little visit. He seemed to think that it wasn't bad form for him to wear the following shirt:
I decided that a little white trash never hurt anybody. So I wore the following, a gift from Hil:
We were kindly escorted off the premises with a request to find a new doctors office. I hate closed, narrow minded people.
I wonder if "Dr." Oz is taking new patients.