Mary: "Okay, Mr. Suidae. Now, let me give you some forms... here's a clipboard, and a pen... I'll need to get a copy of your insurance card. Any questions?"
Mr. Suidae: "Yeah, will you go down on me?"
And no, folks, he had no neurological reason to act like that.
I misread the comment as "Will you go out with me?" which didn't sound THAT bad to me. I didn't know what all the fuss was about. What a difference one word makes!
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22 comments:
I hope you kicked his ass out of the office.
Wow. Just wow. Sounds like he needs psych, not neuro. Did Mary tell him to leave?
Ditto what (the first) Anonymous said.
Annnnnnd yerrrr out!
Whatever happened to "please?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s40vz3xeanY
OK ~ thats it!! Mary MUST get a raise!!
Please tell us you booted his butt outta there ~
Unbelievable!
Over the last 10 years, I have spent 100's of hours in waiting rooms. I have never seen anything like this. What is in the water in Grumpyville.
bobbie,
Apparently she had already given him a raise.
Does that sort of service require a copay?
Also, while it's of course hideously rude, as the old saying goes, "you don't know unless you ask".
is he a foreigner? maybe he misunderstood what the slang means?
And no, folks, he had no neurological reason to act like that.
Not unless he suffers from a rare case of neurogenital organ misplacement.
Gross! Cannot tell you how many of my patients have made sexual advances, but man none of them were ever bold enough to ask that.
What do you mean, not neurological?
He obviously thought you were a robot, not a human, and was worried you were going to crash!
I misread the comment as "Will you go out with me?" which didn't sound THAT bad to me. I didn't know what all the fuss was about. What a difference one word makes!
Maybe he meant 'Will you go down *the hall with* me?'
English not his first language?
Sounds like Mary needs a rolled up magazine, or perhaps some pepperspray.
Or a button on her desk that opens a trapdoor and flushes patients down a floor to a conveniently placed psych reception.
Ah, the mating song of the speckled back humpster...
Please tell us you or Mary kicked him out of the office and told him to never come back.
He would have had a neurological disorder if Mary had no witnesses in the lobby.
Speckled back humpster!I love that almost as much as the tufted titmouse.
I am impressed with your command of latin . he is indeed a swine.
Holy Shit. I've had a lot of "dirty nurse" jokes thrown my way, but never this.
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