Acupuncture is only $5 here, so I’ve gone a few times recently just for kicks…
As I took a seat in the waiting room, I picked up a magazine to pass the time. There were only a few other people around, and most were absorbed in the Indonesian Soap Opera on the waiting room’s television. Glancing up, I noticed that the guy in jeans sitting across from me was eagerly engaged in some serious nose-picking. I’m not talking about the “bat in a cave” type of deal, or the “waiting-at-a-stoplight-and-no-one-is-looking” type of thing. I’m talking full on, brain tickling with the forefinger action.
I tried to bury myself in my magazine to conceal the grin spreading like wildfire across my face. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the best of me – I had to check on him. Yep. A good two minutes later the man was still massaging his sinuses.
My turn is up, I walk into the room, take off my shirt and prepare to be jabbed. While laying face down the doctor begins inserting the needles into my back. As he comes around to the side, he bumps into a needle that was stuck in my forearm. Wincing in pain, I look up in wonder at how a doctor could possibly be that careless?!
Who do I see? Mr. Blue Jeans. The gold digger was my doctor.