>As I drove Fred the Red (our PT Cruiser) home from the delightful baby-naming ceremony that I attended today in MA, I had an argument with someone over Dr. P's chosen profession. My friend claimed that Dr. P told him that she planned to be a proctologist. I said he was wrong, as I know that she is interviewing for colo-rectal fellowships now. This went back and forth for a bit until I very testily interjected, "Damn it, she's one of my best friends. I think I fucking know what she wants to do!" and my passenger backed off.

Four hours later, I arrived back in New York and headed over to Dr. P's to have dinner with her and Dr. H and watch the Mets game. At one point, I threw my hands up in the air in disgust and told Dr. P what my passenger said earlier that day.

"Um, I am going to be a proctologist," she said. "What the hell do you think a colo-rectal surgeon is?"

Yeah, I had kind of wondered why there would be a doctor whose job was to stick a finger up someone's ass and then refer that person to someone else to surgery. Ooops. Although, in my own defense, it did take 4.5 hours to drive back (it only took us three hours to get there) because traffic was so awful. I say that it effected my ability to think with the body part containing my facial cheeks.

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