Congratulations, You Successfully Documented the Contents of Her Vagina!

“Aaaaand twenty five cents.”

She’ll let out a long sigh of relief.

“That’s it, right?” she’ll try to look at you over the sheet.  “That feels like it’s it.”

You’ll poke your head up and nod.

“We’re good.”

She’ll make a whooping sound as you shake your head and put all your instruments in a bag.  When you became an OBGYN you knew you’d be seeing a lot of gnarly vaginas, but you never dreamed you’d see anything like this.  As you look at the array of folded visors, visine bottles, animal skeletons and paper towels arrayed on the table beside you you’ll resolve to burn your instruments once this is all over.  Better to do that than to risk the lawsuit.

“You’ll receive your co-pay bill on your way out,” you’ll inform the young woman, who will have somehow smuggled a bag of funyuns into your office and will be busily chewing on them as you leave.

“Fuckin’ cool man.  Thanks!”

As the door slams behind you you’ll let a single tear fall from your eye.  It’s a hard life sometimes.

Congratulations, You Successfully Documented the Contents of Her Vagina!