I never write about work because I am afraid of getting Dooced. But I may get laid off any minute.
Looking on the bright side - if that happens, I have a couple dozen really ripping blog posts in me.
Meanwhile, I have to relay a true story I heard on the radio today:
Three generations of the same family's women had gone to the same gynecologist for as long as they had all needed a gynie doc. Finally, the old GYN retired and a really good looking young doctor took his place.
The daughter went first and came home and told the mom and grandma how great the new doctor was.
Then grandma went. She came home and was mad as hell. She said to the granddaughter "I thought you said that guy was nice! But I have never been so humiliated! I put my feet in the stirrups and he lifted up the sheet and said 'Fancy!' What does THAT mean?"
Digging a little deeper, the granddaughter found out that Grandma had been nervous about the appointment, so she used some of her granddaughter's feminine hygeine spray right before she left for the appointment.
"But Nana, I don't have any feminine hygeine spray," said the granddaughter. "Show me what you used."
Grandma had picked up the granddaughter's can of red glitter hairspray.