The other day, I went to visit my doctor
and this is what happened during the visit:
He discussed with me about how sheepish I
acted about a simple question and this is how it went:
"Come now," coaxed
the doctor, "you've been seeing me for years! There's nothing you can't tell
me."
"This one's kind of strange..."
"Let me be the judge of
that," the doctor replied.
"Well," I said, "yesterday I went to the
bathroom in the morning and I heard a plink-plink in the toilet; when I looked
down, the water was full of pennies."
"I see."
"That afternoon I
went again and there were nickels in the bowl."
"Uh-huh."
"That
night," I went on, "there were dimes and this morning there were quarters!
You've got to tell me what's wrong with me!" I implored, "I'm scared out
of my wits!"
My gynecologist put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"There, there, it's nothing to be scared about. . ."
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***** "You're simply going through
your change."
