So Anne and I are driving back from Sam’s Club earlier when I happen to notice that the car in front of us has a vanity plate that reads SLOTDOC. I ponder what this could possibly mean for a moment and then turn to Anne and say:
ME: Do you think the guy in front of us is a gynecologist?
ANNE: What makes you think that?
ME: His license plate.
ANNE: *reads license plate* Ewwwwww!
ME: *after a little more thought* I suppose he could fix slot machines for a living.
Yeah, that’s possible, but I think my first thought was funnier.
LOL! That sounds exactly like something my husband would say! lol!
This post is the funniest thing I’ve read in awhile…..I’m linking to it…oh yes…I am.
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That is just too damn funny!
So I’m really thinking of Seinfeld now…Assman, Slotdoc, it’s all the same. However, I don’t ever, ever, ever want to go to a gynecologist who has that license plate. It’s nice to have a sense of humor about what you do, but ugh!
Wow. I’m really surprised at how much attention this entry has gotten. I always expect my big rants to get lots of attention, but it seems my short and silly entries get all the link lovin’.
There’s a lesson to be learned here, but somehow I don’t think it has anything to do with cream pies as I first suspected…