I had an appointment to see a urologist who shared an office with several other doctors.
The waiting room was the size of a small auditorium, and it was filled with patients.
I approached the desk and gave the receptionist — a large, imposing woman who looked like a wrestler.
In a very loud voice she repeated my name, then said, “Yes, I see your name here—–you want to see the doctor about IMPOTENCE, right?
I was stunned, but recovered my composure sufficiently to reply in an equally loud voice, “No, I’ve come to inquire about a sex change operation—and I’d like the same doctor who did yours!!”