On 10/12/2010 8:11 AM, HeyBub wrote:
Jim Elbrecht wrote:
wrote:


As I was lying on the table undergoing some minor cosmetic surgery,

you ruined it. I've been picturing you as an overweight, bearded,
flannel-shirted, coveralled& combat-booted, gun-totin, redneck SOB
who doesn't give a FFF what anybody thinks. . . . and now I see you in
designer jeans getting your nose adjusted.BSEG

Jim

Let me describe the surgeon's office.

Waiting room: Thirty foot domed ceiling with painted cherubs and angels
cavorting in a star-filled sky. Thirteen hanging crystal chandeliers. On the
second level, a walkway for viewing various still-life art works.

Administrative office: A monstrous tapestry on the far wall depicting satyrs
and such gamboling in Elysian fields. More art work. Marble floors,
gold-plated door hinges. Light-in-the-loafers administrator (clerk).

Consulting room: Left wall was entirely mirrored, like in a dance school for
little girls. Right wall was entirely flocked with wine-colored
fleur-de-lies on an ivory background. Far wall wasn't a wall at all, it was
a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a babbling fountain and stream with
suitable plants. Either side of the far wall was accessorized with statues:
To the left, a nude Aphrodite; to the right, a nude David.

There was one piece of furniture in this 20x20 ft room: A French Renaissance
table with two filigreed chairs for the patients and a stool for the doc.
There was a hand mirror on the table.

The whole thing looked like Marie Antoinette's boudoir - her PRIVATE
boudoir!

When I left after the consultation, I walked to the only tree in the parking
lot and peed on it.

Just to do something manly.

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I did ask the doc what it was like to work every day with beautiful women or
women who were becoming beautiful.

"It's not what you might think," he replied. "You've heard stories about how
women complain about their hair-dressers? It's the same here only times ten.
About the best I can hope for is grudging acceptance."

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I, however, was pleased with the result. I now look like a YOUNG Barney
Fife.


Except you have more than one bullet. 8-)

TDD