Manicotti
I went to have blood taken
out of my arm this morning so the medical-industrial complex could tell me what
else is wrong with me and sell me pills to fix it or control it. I do
this quarterly and so far I haven't died so it must be working. Therefore,
I keep doing it.
I was walking out of the blood
taking room (Room 2, my favorite room at this facility because it usually
houses a phlebotomist who gets what is needed without bruising my arm too
badly) and a woman in the hallway had a clipboard from which she was about to
read the next name. She paused and said to everyone in particular
"Manny Cotta? Is that a real name?"
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