Overheard in the Doctors Office

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. 

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:  So I 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:  Let me take a look.

Guido:  Yeah, I don’t know what it is.  I’ve never seen nothing like it before.

Doctor:  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:  From sex.

Damn I love my doctor.