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Only me, the following would only happen to me:
I had my "annual exam, " which we know means pap smear at 9:30 am this morning. So I go out into the -20 wind chill and travel an hour by train to the doc.
The doc is a total bitch. While she's down there digging around with various instruments she doesn't say a word. The least she could do would be to tell me what the hell is going on. GD. Usually, docs make small chat, which I totally appreciate. It gets my mind off the matters at hand.
So, all is done and I am instructed to get dressed. Of course I am wearing ample layers. Think with scarves, shirts, sweaters, tights... and I can't find my underwear.
GOD DAMN IT.
I looked everywhere. In my pant legs, my coat pockets, under the desk on my hands and knees. I am sure it would have been hilarious to see, me in my jacket and socks crawling around looking for my underwear.
Eventually I give up. The doc came back much later, (this was probably the one time I was grateful the doc was running late) and by this time I had resolved to go without my underwear and was dressed.
After she gave me the spiel I told her I lost my underwear and if she found it not to mail it to me and then I walked out the door.
Still don't know what happened to it.
I had my "annual exam, " which we know means pap smear at 9:30 am this morning. So I go out into the -20 wind chill and travel an hour by train to the doc.
The doc is a total bitch. While she's down there digging around with various instruments she doesn't say a word. The least she could do would be to tell me what the hell is going on. GD. Usually, docs make small chat, which I totally appreciate. It gets my mind off the matters at hand.
So, all is done and I am instructed to get dressed. Of course I am wearing ample layers. Think with scarves, shirts, sweaters, tights... and I can't find my underwear.
GOD DAMN IT.
I looked everywhere. In my pant legs, my coat pockets, under the desk on my hands and knees. I am sure it would have been hilarious to see, me in my jacket and socks crawling around looking for my underwear.
Eventually I give up. The doc came back much later, (this was probably the one time I was grateful the doc was running late) and by this time I had resolved to go without my underwear and was dressed.
After she gave me the spiel I told her I lost my underwear and if she found it not to mail it to me and then I walked out the door.
Still don't know what happened to it.