I am the youngest person there, perhaps by twenty years, and the only other women – two of them – are wives.
we're all making our own sense of things
I am the youngest person there, perhaps by twenty years, and the only other women – two of them – are wives.
I have to ask – were you lining up for a PROSTATE EXAMINATION?
good guess – and, I admit, not something I had thought of. But no. Do you want to guess again, or do you want me to tell you?
Both, of course. Okay, where are all these old men? Well, you’re not so old, so they’re not ancient. Dental tech’s office? Lawyer – perhaps you’re making a will? Orthopaedic surgeon – got a dicky hip? I am mainly thinking of medical things, because of the holding-pen nature of their appointment practices. Who else makes people assemble to await an audience with them. I know! You have made a quick trip to the Vatican!
Perhaps not. Put me out of my misery, please!