I went to the bank yesterday to cash a check. The guy in front of me must be close friends with the teller because he was telling her about his medical issues and the sharp pain he had in his left side yesterday.
“Yea, I went to the Clinic and saw the the Doctor. I have kidney stones.”
“When is your surgery? Do you want $125 or $145 back? I can’t read your writing.”
“Give me $125. My surgery is tomorrow at 1 PM.”
“Will they knock you out for that.”
“Yes, of course because where they have to put in the catheter, um, you know, well ah, its down there.” He points.
“Oh -in the pee-pee place. Oops. I made your deposit but I have $135 instead of what you asked for. Is that okay?”
“I’m okay with that.”
He turns around and sees me so I smile and say, “Am I in bank or a Clinic?”
“Right – we’re here at St. Nicks!” He chuckles and walks away.
I give the teller my check made out to “The Rev. Dr. Steve Pedersen.”
“Oh, my” she exclaims, “and you are even a doctor!”
“Cash please. I’m in a hurry. I have a patient in my van needing an e plurbus unim hip transfusion.”
“A what?”
“It is similar to a wallet-ectomy.”
“Oh, I hope it goes well. Have a nice day.”
I just love being “Dr. Pedersen” in a blond world…
