Several of my doctors belong to a certain medical group that I like, and that are covered by my insurance. Their offices are convenient (in fact, they are a lovely half hour ride from my home), and they provide good service. I am known there (and even liked, if you can believe it), and I am comfortable there.
So it was only natural, when I needed to see a gastroenterologist, for reasons I will spare you, that I asked my wife to find out if they had any specialists in-network.
She happened to be stopping by the office, and she proudly came home with a glossy brochure about the practice. My relief upon taking the brochure quickly turned to dread when I read the names of the two doctors in the practice. Both names, which I will not print here, were clearly Arabic.
I looked up at my wife and said, "Damn it, this is America, I expect a good Korean or Indian doctor."
"Really?" she responded.
"What?" I said. "A couple of Middle-Eastern doctors come to the United States to stick things up Americans' butts. They could be part of a larger plot. Who knows how many people are right now walking our fair cities with miniaturized nuclear devices hidden deep in the colons of the hapless victims. How long will it be before we see exploding asses all across our great country?"
She just gave me "The Look."
I have an appointment for next Wednesday.
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