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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