I went to the doctor two days ago for this cold that I have, and the guy that was called into the tiny waiting room before me was very much an Italian American guido - a guido who happened to have lots of really bad tattoos - multiple tribal bands, chinese lettering, and general yuck of poor craftsmanship.Â
Having overheard his conversation with the receptionist, I knew that he was there without any insurance. I’ve been in his position of not having insurance, so I know that he must have had good reason to go to the doctor uninsured.
Then when I was seating in the tiny waiting room I realized that I was across the hall from bad tattoo guido guy, and I could easily hear his very loud voice carry through the walls and closed door.
This is an excerpt of their conversation.
Guido:Â So IÂ work outside, and I touch alot of things, and I got this hear rash on my crotch and I don’t know what it is.
Doctor:Â Let me take a look.
Guido: Yeah, I don’t know what it is. I’ve never seen nothing like it before.
Doctor:Â Sir, that’s herpes.
Guido: Get the fuck out of here.  It can’t be.
Doctor: Listen to me. It is, I kid you not.
Guido: My fucking life is over. How could this have happened?
Doctor:Â From sex.
Damn I love my doctor.
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Hey, that’s how I got herpes too - from touching a lot of things outside while working. It’s a problem.
One time I thougt I caught herpes from riding a tractor. But it wasn’t. Phew!