Just returned from Walmart. Yes, on Halloween. Stoopid, stoopid, stoopid decision. The aisles were packed. People wore costumes. Walmart is scary enough without costumes.
Speaking of costumes, yesterday I had to take Jorge to the doctor because he was about to expire, or so it seemed.
Wouldn't ya know, the entire office staff wore costumes. There was an Amazon pirate woman who must've been 6'3", witches, Raggedy Ann, Bart Simpson ... on and on.
It was a regular old party in there, except for the people wearing masks in the waiting room or having blood drawn or other unmentionable procedures.
So the nurse who took us back into a room was a vampiress, complete with long black wig, terrible makeup and a general overall look that made the Goth look seem sorta cute.
They kept Jorge somewhere for a few minutes and took me back to the room, and while Vampira was asking me questions, in jumps a small man in a rubber mask like "Chuckie" the spooky doll, holding a chainsaw prop. He kind of growled at me, but I just looked up from the People Mag and said, "Nice."
He shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
That was the doctor.
After the exam, the doc said Jorge needed to have blood drawn, and so a girl in a skin-tight black cat suit did that.
Now he can die happy, I suppose.
Once we get him cured of this kidney infection.
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