Tuesday, January 4, 2011

My friend, Dr. A


Imaginary conversations with Dr. A go like this:

Dr A: Hi, how are you?
Me: I'm good. How are you?
Dr A: I'm WELL, thank you.

Long silence ensues.

Me: Not to offend you, Dr. A, but did anyone ever tell you you're a shitty ass doctor?
(You know, this is a pretty easy way to make money.)
(Has anyone ever mentioned that you suck, Dr. A?)
(Dr. A, you don't care much for your patients, do you?)
(Hm, Dr. A, I'm really impressed with how much you care.)
(Gee, Dr. A, thanks for putting things into perspective for me, you arrogant fuck.)
(Dr. A, how many black folks graduate from Harvard on average?)

No comments:

Post a Comment