the lab
Todd has to give sperm samples to get tested to make sure he's shooting blanks, beats going to the OB/GYN I say. I got the job of delivering the latest sample this past Saturday. He said they told him that he just needed to put his name on the cup and turn it in. Well, the rude chick at the desk said in her perfect hoosier-twang that, "I can't take nothin' without an order." I was less than amused since I was on my way to photograph a wedding, I wanted to drop it and run. She said she couldn't even touch it. I get Todd on the phone, we get a total of nowhere, it is becoming apparent very quickly that this is going to be one wasted sperm sample and this experience was going to make me dumber. So I say, looking at the trash can sitting next to the window, "So... do you want me to throw this away here, because I'm sure not going to be carrying it with me all day." She's all, "You can't just throw it away!" I'm all, "Watch me, bitch." Only I didn't say that. She said that she could dispose of it. I see, so now now that you've screwed me over, now you can touch it. Would it kill her to throw it under the old microscope? Me and Todd were musing our retaliation at the rude hoosier. Perhaps I shall return this Saturday with some poop samples and no order. I can't just throw them away now can I? She'll have to be a dear and get rid of them for me. Perhaps I will return with the sperm cup spilling over with shampoo and, when turned away say, "Do you know how long it took to fill this?!?"
posted by Stacy @ 6:12 PM
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