The following text conversation took place while Casey, a financial analyst, was waiting to give urine for his new firm’s drug test.
Casey: Hey, that place they sent me…apparently also does semen analysis.
Me: I bet you’re happy you’re only giving them urine, now, huh?
(two minutes later)
Casey: Alert…I’m still in the waiting room, and from a back office, I heard a man ask someone, ‘Hey, do you want some of my yogurt.’ Should I be concerned on that person’s behalf?
Me: ‘Hey…why is this yogurt so thin and ever-so-slightly transparent? And why is it so salty?’
Casey: I got news for you…that ain’t yogurt.
Me: It might, however, be Greek. Was the last patient a Mr. Konstanapolis?
Casey: Thank you. You’ve ruined both oral sex and yogurt for me, forever.
Me: So if I offered you either, you’d turn it down.
Casey: This conversation never happened.
Me: That’s what I thought.