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Some know it all chick, an elective student from McGill, tried to pimp me out 3 times in clinic this morning. I am not a habitual pimper (in fact I really frown upon it), and I understand the pressure she is under to make a good impression, but shnoot, I only had so many cheeks to turn.
After the third pimping, I opted for a short course of revenge therapy with a quick dose of “what you are saying makes no sense, even at the most basic physiologic level”. Of course I worded this in the form of a sweet naïve-sounding passive aggressive question. She had nowhere to go after that. The natural order of fair play was restored, and the remainder of our time together was much more pleasant.
Oh the human animal.
T
posted by telltale tabby @ 11:07 PM
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You mean doctors can get pimped? Like a gold stethoscope tricked out with glitter? Or a tongue depressor made Eagle Claw instead of wood?
TOOL SAYS:
I was perusing a favorite website of mine- unphotographable.com, and came upon this moment which I knew Tabs would appreesh.
"This is a picture I did not take of a buddhist monk in full red robes, jaywalking through traffic, rocking out to his iPod at seven in the morning"
I wonder what he was listening to? Bon Jovi? Superfreak?
S.P.,
I am glad to read that your gruelling lifestyle as of late has in the end had minimal impact on your feisty nature. It makes me smile to imagine you showing that girl what's what.
Also, from your pit in the depths of exam despair, you might like to know that you were with us in spirit at the grocery store tonight. As we were walking through the frozen food section, I exclaimed to my handsome hubby that "we have to try these popsicles! [Tabby] says they are like pure joy in your mouth!"...and so we did. We, in fact, were so excited by your enthusiastic review of the Blue Menu PC fruit treats that we cracked open the box and had one in the car (you're right...they're delish!) on the way home. As we were eating them, a rather amusing conversation ensued that involved some piss poor pronunciation of French words for various fruit flavours, which was concluded by the aforementioned handsome hubby commenting that "[Tabby] would probably get as much enjoyment out of our attempts at bilingualism as she does from these popsicles"...followed by some additional laughing and a heartfelt wish from me that you were in fact there for the whole experience.
Congrats on your return to Level 3 awkwardness...truth be told, I had hoped for more - but I guess such things are not up to me.
Good luck with your exams. I'm sending all my spare smart vibes your way (though considering my performance in the car tonight and the fact that your exams are in francais, you probably don't want them!).
Love and kisses to you,
Peach
Dear Nick,
Doctors don't usually get pimped, but med students sure do. It's a dangerous game, and pretty dirty business, but some asshole students are practically professional pimpers.
xot
Dear Tool,
Of course he was listening to Bon Jovi, probably something from New Jersey or Slippery When Wet. The monks I got to know in Thaliand absolutely worshipped Jon Bon and we had many late night rock out sessions at the temple!
love tabby
Dear Peach,
I love you and am so happy that you have discovered the joy of those popsicles. I could not live in a world without the raspberry flavoured ones. I bet your unborn child was doing cartwheels in the car that night.
love you so much,
tabster
Sorry to hear that you were almost pimped. Happens to new teachers as well...I remember they tried to pimp me at my new schools last year....I said " f-u sukazzz!!!".
Anyhow, I am in a better place now and you too will be in a better place soon as well. Stop by my blog and check out Benjamin...he is growing like a weed!!
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