Women doctors are better than men

Going Under the Knife?
Yesterday, after many annoying robotic reminders, by way of my stupid smart phone, which kept talking uninterrupted as I tried to interrupt, I found myself at the door of something Gastro Intestinal?
The VA in all its infinite wisdom frequently shovels us off to various facilities and squeezes the bill. I was sent there for a colonoscopy, which the VA chose to “Pass” on, for obvious reasons.
Many today shy away from these maneuvers because of their “impersonal” nature, but it surely must be worse to be the one doing the procedure.
Those places always seem to have small dark rooms and I waited in one for my doctor, who/whom I had no way of knowing, who would know me so well.
The room was empty except for 2 folding chairs, one folding table, and a stool, (The kind to sit on.)
I sat on one of the chairs and assumed the other was for someone to hold me down. The folding table and stool I surmised were for the doctor for fast getaways.
Then I noticed them.
On a shelf above the table…two open boxes of rubber gloves. I knew from past experience that is never good. The fact that they were there relates a need, and the fact that they were open relates a use.
My mind raced with various possibilities, bending over the table, bending over the stool, bending over the other chair, etc.
I was quivering when she walked into the room.
That’s right SHE! The doctor is a woman! Praise the Lord!
I found out long ago, during prostate exams, women doctors are MUCH better than men because their hands are smaller.
This will be my first womanized colonoscopy.
Not only was she a woman, but she was gorgeous! The best looking Colonoscopist I ever saw!
I sat up straight in my chair and tried to impress her with shadow hand puppets on the wall. She turned on another light which I told myself she would have done anyway.
We talked of my medical history and I found myself revealing age old intimate secrets. No stones were left unturned as we discussed my gall bladder.
We talked of the procedure and value of a good clean-out beforehand.
I am quite sure that because of her beauty my polyps will be in a highly aroused state, which should make them easy for snipping.
I suggested we go out for cocktails afterwards to celebrate. She stated that would be unprofessional.
I reminded her I’m retired.
Bye George