A visit to the gynecologist is never anyone’s favorite appointment. It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and usually something women just try to get through as quickly as possible. One woman, however, unknowingly went above and beyond to prepare—only to regret it later.
She had a gynecologist appointment scheduled for the afternoon when she received an unexpected call that morning. Her appointment had been moved up to 9:30 a.m.
By the time she hung up, she had just sent her kids off to school. It was already 8:45, and the drive to the clinic took at least 35 minutes.
Panicking, she rushed upstairs, grabbed a wet washcloth, and quickly freshened herself up. She didn’t have time for much—but at least she wanted to feel presentable.
She threw on her clothes, raced out the door, and barely made it to the office on time. After a short wait, she was called in. Being a regular patient, she went through the routine motions without thinking too much about it.
As the exam began, the doctor suddenly remarked:
“My… someone made a special effort today, didn’t they?”
The comment caught her off guard. Embarrassed and confused, she said nothing and waited for the appointment to end. Once it was over, she felt relieved and went on with her day—running errands, cooking, cleaning—nothing out of the ordinary.
That afternoon, her children came home from school. Her six-year-old daughter wandered into the bathroom, then suddenly called out:
“Mommy! Where’s my washcloth?”
Her mother replied that she could just grab a clean one from the cupboard.
But her daughter insisted.
“No! I need that one—the one that was hanging by the sink! All my glitter and sparkles were in it!”
In that moment, the woman realized two things:
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She had used her daughter’s glitter washcloth.
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It was time to find a new gynecologist—immediately.
And Then There Was This Doctor Visit…
Another classic doctor joke involves a couple who believed they had serious communication issues.
They went to see a counselor, and the husband explained,
“I think my wife is going deaf.”
The doctor suggested a simple test. He told the husband to ask his wife a question from a distance, then slowly move closer until she responded.
Standing across the room, the husband asked:
“Sweetie, what’s for dinner?”
No answer.
He moved closer and asked again. Still nothing.
Step by step, he repeated the question until he was standing directly in front of her.
Finally, she snapped:
“For the twentieth time, I said we’re having chicken for dinner!”
