Me: "That's a doctor's office."
My girl: "I'm scared."
Me: "Just walking by it?"
My girl: "Shots!"
Me: "Well, don't worry about shots. Even if a doctor came out here right now and invited us in, I'd say 'no, we don't have time'...That's a lawyer's office. Are you afraid of going to court?"
My girl: "No. A divorce!"
Me: "Are you afraid that walking past a lawyer's office will make you get a divorce?"
My girl: "No!" [laughs]
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What a good solution to frightening doctors, beckoning to you from their office doors with their pointy needles.
"Sorry, I don't have time."
(I like the fact that you have to make up an excuse not to be stuck in the arm by a stranger with mystery drugs. Very polite.)
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