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Friday, February 09, 2007

I Aint Sayin She's A Gold Digga (RIP Anna)



This was originally posted on November '05

I was late for call Wed nite so I stopped a Q-doba for a burrito. I was walking toward the entrance at the same time as an attractive woman in her mid to late 20's with long black hair. I opened the door for her as not to be rude and she smiled said thank you. I was in the usual shitty mood that I'm always in before overnite call. I ended up infront of the woman with the long black hair, so I went ahead and ordered my yummy burrito. She continued to glance at me and smile. She also proceded to ask me what I was ordering and how often I come here. I was answered her politely, paid for my food, and wished her a Happy Thanksgiving. (I was in a rush)

I left Q-doba and walk toward my Escalade, she follow me outside and before I could get in my truck, she yells, " Are you a doctor?" I was wearing my blue surgical scrubs and my name tag, so it was pretty obvious. I said ,"Yes I am a doctor". She asks," what kind of doctor are you?" I replied, " I an obstetrician gynecologist". She continues, " Do you think you can help me? I went to a Mary Kay party the other day and developed a rash on my face after that." Her face looked fine, but I recommended antibiotics"

(I was really late for call and unfortunately didn't have time for a conversation, even if it could translate into a potential date)

She continues, " are you from this area? Do you have family here? Where do you live? Can you prescribe me some antibiotics for my face? What's your name? My name is ------ " The whole conversation was gettin kinda weird. By the time it was over, I even knew what kind of birth control she was on...lol.

I wished her a happy T-day again and jump into my truck. She hesitated a while , I think she wanted me to ask for her number, but she was a little bit too strange for my taste.

Do you think she had a real interest in me, or do you think it was the fact that I was wearing surgical scrubs and driving a 50K dollar SUV?


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