Entertainment in the Waiting Room
My doctor's appointment today was forty-five minutes late. In this time, I managed to garner every tiny possible bit of amusement out of the noticeboard that I believe it is possible for me to do so. Some of these unexpected bits of laughter I will share with you now.
First of all, the board tried to diagnose me. "It's cancer. You're bound to have questions."
I objected. Then, uncertain of its initial diagnosis, it suggested narrowing it down a little. "Free electric blanket testing".
Having decided that I was definitely not an electric blanket, I leave you with this, which still makes me giggle for no reason other than pure childishness:
"Apparently, lesbians do need smear tests."
Emphasis not mine.
First of all, the board tried to diagnose me. "It's cancer. You're bound to have questions."
I objected. Then, uncertain of its initial diagnosis, it suggested narrowing it down a little. "Free electric blanket testing".
Having decided that I was definitely not an electric blanket, I leave you with this, which still makes me giggle for no reason other than pure childishness:
"Apparently, lesbians do need smear tests."
Emphasis not mine.