We went to the pediatrician on Wednesday for a follow up appointment for Cassie. That makes seven visits in two weeks. The pediatrician joked that she was going to start charging me rent, I spent so much time there. I said I was just going to find an empty office space nearby and set up shop there. That way I could write between doctor visits. That led to her asking how my writing was going, and she was overjoyed when I told her I had a contract for my pornographic novel.
“Is that what you write?” she exclaimed. When I said yes, she grinned and asked if I wrote from experience.
“Oh god no,” I replied. “I’m not a gay man.”
She laughed so hard she almost couldn’t walk out of the examining room.
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