Today the doctor called me into his office to go over complete exam results with a 90-year-old male patient (who looks like he's about 70). This is a man who served in World War II, is a widow, and still lives at his own house, does his own driving, etc. The doctor told him today that his B12 was a little low that that he would like to give him a shot to boost it. This is the conversation that ensued:
Man: Will that shot make me more mean?
Doctor: No! If anything it will make you more pleasant.
Me: You'd better sign up for that right away, then, sir!
Man: Well the last thing I need right now is to be more pleasant.
Doctor: Why is that?
Man: Well, you see, Doc, I got all these widows fighting over me.
Me: Widows? As in plural?
Man: Yes ma'am. I have about four or five of them who are after me. I'm too nice to tell any of them no and I'm getting tired of juggling them so they don't know about each other.
Me: Sounds like you've got some problems with the ladies!
Man: Yes, ma'am and if there is anyway I could get a shot to make me meaner so they wouldn't come after me, I would appreciate it. I'm having a hard time with all of 'em. I'm scared there's going to be some kind of a conflict.
Looks like even at 90, "girl-trouble" is still an issue.
5 comments:
Now that is funny! Even at the ripe old age of 90 that man is a player.
Hilarious! It reminds me of my grandpa who even up to his dying day brought donuts up to the dialisis (sp?) center for the nurses. And, he had his favorites that he liked to "tickle" and "pinch." Surprisingly enough, he was charming enough that they all put up with the dirty old man - even seemed to like it. And, well, he DID bring donuts. :)
There are varying degrees of dirty old men. There are several that come here that I love and there are several that come here whom I want to hit. The good news is that the dirtiest one of all just died. I'm sure his family was sad but I surely wasn't. However, had there been donuts involved, I think I MIGHT have been able to forgive him.
What about meat-on-a-stick? I bet you'd forgive almost anything for some good yakitori...
It is true that I might even sell my soul for yakitori...or the yakibuta from Hakodate/Obihiro.
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