Secretaries

Before you go any farther, let me say that I LOVE secretaries. Especially any that have to put up with me.

BUT, on occasion, you meet a really stupid one. Let me elaborate...

I have fairly bad mutant death virus from space. For the last couple of days, very few sounds that have emitted from me have sounded human. So, I called to make an appointment with a doctor, which is another prospect I just love. But I digress.

Here's roughly the conversation:

Stupid Secretary: Hello, how can I help you?

Me: (translated from death-warmed-over) I'd like to make an appointment.

Stupid Secretary: (sounding suspicious, and in her defense, I did sound like a prank) Yeah.... and what's your birth date?

Me: 1-25-81

Stupid Secretary: Oh, ok then. Haha....

Ha ha, she says. I guess I passed their crack security questionaire. Kinda brings to mind the airline security questions, "Has someone you don't know packed your bag for you?" Keep in mind, my voice is barely recognizable as human.

Stupid Secretary: And what would you be seeing us for?

Stunned silence as the question hangs.

Me: Well, I don't always talk like this.

Stupid Secretary: Oh, of course. Ha ha! How's tomorrow?

Me: Fine.

Click.

I can't wait for this check-up. Thank God she's not a nurse. Or is she?