I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for my wife. It was fairly crowded but manageable. I was reading a March 2007 issue of Time Magazine but I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation next to me.
Two women, in their mid-to-late thirties I guessed, were talking about headaches.
One said: “Sometimes mine are extremely bad… almost like a migraine. But I’ve been prescribed really good stuff for it.” She showed her friend the bottle saying “You should ask the doctor about this.”
The other woman thanked her for the advice and then said: “You know, whenever I get a headache it means it’s time for me to top up my Botox.”
I put the magazine down and had this brilliant male thought: I guess this woman has no excuse when it comes to sex.