By Juli
E: I made a doctor’s appointment today.
J: It’s about damn time. Who are you going to see?
E: Some lady here in town.
J: You’re not going to see someone in Boston? What the hell is wrong with you? I spent hours putting a list together of doctors who had openings in the city. All the best hospitals in the country a few minutes away, and you’re going to see some hack out here in the boondocks?
E: Listen, this is a doctor recommended by my HMO. That way I won’t have to wait six months to get an appointment.
J: Oh, well THAT clears it all up. If your HMO says she’s good, she must be GREAT. Let me break it down for you. If my child severed a limb, I would slap a turniquet on her and drive her to the city before I’d hand her over to the ER here in town. Seriously, remember that OB/GYN who used to live next door to me? The hoarder with the two dogs she never let out of her house? Remember the six inches of dogshit they had to scrape off the floors when she moved out? You want that sort of quack sticking her hands in your hoo-hoo?
E: Omy God Jules, yuck. Stop it.
J: Make sure she washes her hands, and don't you dare whine to me if she's a total moron. *shudder*
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