Client 1: [author didn't catch what was said] Doc Wife: ...they have all sorts of ointments. Client 2: And I'm sure someone will have a home remedy version of it.At this point, I decided to interject something humorous into the mix. This is always a dangerous prospect, I know, and I am guilty of doing it far more often than I should. But these are folks I am familiar with (I'm just not sharing their names with all of you -- for their privacy's sake), and they actually enjoy my little tangents. So, with "ointments" and "home remedy" buzzing in my brain, I went with the first thing that crossed my fevered brain:
ME: Oh yes, there is a home remedy. It's made from muskrat guts.
Doc Wife: What?! [Author's note: she tends to be a bit gullible ... or simply trusting.]
Client 2: I figured it would be something disgusting like that. [Author's note: This person is very good at thinking on her feet and coming up with a rejoinder that works perfectly well. In other words, she can really play along.]
ME: Yeah. And you can only use rural muskrats.
Client 2: (Laughing) Urban ones are no good?
ME: No, no. You see, urban -- and suburban -- muskrats eat of out garbage dumpsters and such. So they have too many preservatives in their bodies. Most of them are on a sugar rush -- too many Twinkies.
Client 2: Oh, so is that why they run in front of traffic?
ME: Of course! They're screaming, "Where is the Tastykake truck?! Where is the Hostess truck?!? Gimme a Twinkie!!"
(At this point, Doc Wife and Clients 1 & 2 are just laughing ... the conversation is pretty much over.)
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