i spent 4 hours in the clinic on wednesday, waiting to see a doctor, accumulating other sicknesses. there were some incredible people at the clinic - the bald intake man who i immediately developed a crush on, the little girl who was getting her pink, booger encrusted nose lovingly moisturized by her mom, and my favorite, this pair of like bay-ridge dudes who were complaining about the wait.
at one point one man left to see the doctor, and the other man began to work the crowd. he started talking about economic disparity and conspiracy theories. im a fucking sucker for conspiracy theory. after drawing me in he explained that tabloids were the last remaining truthful enterprises within journalism, and he asked me if my magazine was US weekly, and I said no, and he said it didn't matter, that it was lying to me, and then he told me and this other woman the story of his marriage. it went like this:
this man didn't go to the doctor for 30 years, but when he went, it was with the suspicion that his wife was poisoning him. he told the doctor, who said it was absurd. then he went back to the doctor, and she said that she'd never seen a man with more poison (arsenic) in his body. then he told his wife he hated her.
true story. make good choices out there.
