Clinic Doctor Guy in Doc Martens (CDGDM): How are you today?
Me: I’m great.
CDGDM: It looks like you’ve seen better days.
Me: I have. I was just being polite.
CDGDM: What’s up with the leg?
Me: Stress fracture in my heel.
CDGDM: And I bet you have no idea how it happened.
Me: Actually, I do. I’ve had four stress fractures in the past year. All because of running.
CDGDM: You would probably be better off with swimming.
Me: If I knew how to swim, maybe. My chances of drowning are greatly decreased if I stay on dry land.
(I then told him about my sneezing and coughing, which is the reason I drove to the clinic in the first place, although the side trip to the store for butternut squash soup was a great excuse to leave the house, too.)
CDGDM: Is anyone else sick?
Me: You mean, like, in the world? Because, yes. You should watch the news.
CDGDM: No. In your house.
Me: My husband was sick.
CDGDM: So, this is his fault?
Me: Yes. What a jerk. Actually, no. I was sick first.
CDGDM: But it’s still his fault, right? HA HA HA HA HA!
Me: Maybe if we were living in a lame sitcom, but I like to think we’re more creative than that.
Did I vote yesterday? Of course I did!
(Parenthetical Trivia: How many times did the man behind us in line touch my shoulder and tell us that he plays the guitar? Three times! Please don’t touch me. With that said, Rock On.)
Am I happy with the outcome? I am.