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 Because complaining about stuff shouldn't be limited to the elderly |
| I went to the doctor today... |
| Tuesday, January 17, 2006 |
So there I was sitting in the doctors office, waiting for his royal medical highness to meet me, with nothing to do but absorb the atmosphere of the room. It was going to be my first meeting with Dr. Dillhole*, so I wasnt sure what was in store. I was waiting not in the lobby or examination room, but the doctors literal office. There was a desk, a chair, a computer, and a wall full of countless degrees. His desk was free of all clutter and knickknacks with the exception of one framed picture.
I found this photo to be extremely peculiar. First of all, it was turned outward--towards the person sitting in front of the desk instead of the person sitting behind it. As if that wasnt odd enough, the picture contained a single person--a headshot of a grown man, grinning from ear to ear. Something about the grin struck me as phony--it looked like the sorta smile youd see in the JC Penny catalogue.
Then something else hit me: Odd that a male doctor only picture on his desk is of another male. Although I may have a desk, I dont put pictures on it; however, I do know that the only people worthy of a desk photo are loved ones (hmmm...what does this say about me: Im not heartless--I swear).
I looked at that photo. Who could this loved one of Dr. Dillhole be? There was no way the guy in the photo could be Dr. Dillholes son--unless Dr. Dillhole was 90 (which was possible, since I had never seen the esteemed doctor). The more likely scenario is that Dr. Dillhole was gay and this was his husband (not that theres anything wrong with it).
There was a knock at the door and Dr. Dillhole entered. As he shook my hand and sat down behind his desk, I couldnt believe my eyes. I told myself that I must be mistaken.
How are you doing, he said as he smiled; grinning from ear to ear. My eyes darted back and forth between the doctor and the picture. It was remarkable, truly remarkable. Dr. Dillhole probably used that same phony grin for every picture hes ever taken.
Now what sorta conceited monkey-lover has his own picture sitting at his own desk? Is it supposed to give me warm, reassuring feelings when hes not around? Or perhaps show how photogenic he is? I can see it now--MD by day; sexy crime-fighting supermodel at night.
Needless to say, the guy was an arse.
*name has been changed to prevent me from getting sued...although I'm sure this guy would be thrilled to see his name in print anywhere.
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