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12:27 p.m. // 16 February 2006

I'm at work. I open the door to the women's restroom, and someone inside a stall exclaims: "Oh, SHIT!"

What do you think I do? I hightail it outta there, of course.

I went to Doctor Finger the other day. (That's her real name.) She seemed unusually apologetic, starting with a "sorry, that'll be sore for a few days" regarding my pricked finger, then continuing with apologies for the exam down under, then she and her assistant almost tripping over themselves to get out of the room when finished.


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