One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
Lady Doctor
I had an appointment today with lady doctor who specializes in lady matters. (I’ll leave that to you folks in Internet land to figure out.) I told Larry, my boss, that I’d need to leave at 10 to make it to my appointment on time. At that time of the morning, I knew it wouldn’t take me long as traffic would be light and the doctor’s office wasn’t too far away from my own.
“What time can I expect you back?” Larry asked. I told him that the doctor is pretty quick (I didn’t tell him what kind of doctor she was) and that I expected to be back around 11 or so. He laughed in disbelief.
Sure enough, I was gone from the office for exactly one hour. I left at ten, got to the office in fifteen minutes, waited for another fifteen, was seen and back on my way. By 11, I was back at my desk logging into my e-mail.
“Oh, you’re here,” Larry said as he came around the corner.
“Yep, I told you it’d be quick,” I replied.
“I’m impressed, you should give me the name of this doctor, ” he said.
I had to bite my tongue as I almost blurted out, “Why? Are you growing a twat?”
Don’t worry dear readers, I kept the verbal diarrhea in check and am still employed.
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about 11 months ago
You should give him the name of the doctor, and no other info.
about 11 months ago
Damn, I should have done that. That would have been hilarious. If only I could be there when he called.
about 11 months ago
I always tell my boss if I am going to the doctor that it is for my vagina..even if it isnt..it embarrases him for asking. The other day he asked me how many time I can get a pap smear in a year..I got a good laugh.
about 11 months ago
My boss is only a few years younger than my dad so hearing him ask me something like that would be really uncomfortable and embarrassing.
Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever told my female boss about my annual appointments. then again, she was a raging bitch.