...and was waiting patiently for my turn. Remember how I was bleeding irregularly for like 3+ weeks? Well yeah, I was getting that little issue checked out. Gynecologists are not my favorite people to visit, but they do serve their purpose. So I was being patient. (And I was being a patient. Why is that cracking me up so much?!? I'm a dork.)
Ok, so on with the story. I live in Utah Valley. The ratio of Mormons to non-Mormons is even higher here than in SLC, where the headquarters of the LDS church is. The Mormon sludge is so thick here you can feel it settle into your lungs, right next to the inversion crap. Here you find stores that sell knee-shorts, missionary memorabilia, scrapbooking paraphernalia, and food storage/emergency "essentials". Knowing these things, you'd think that nothing much would surprise me.
Oh yeah, on with the story. So I'm sitting there in the office, and on the wall is a magazine rack. Here is a picture, for I didn't want to leave it up to my insufficient words to explain. Direct your attention specifically to the top shelf, and see if you can guess which one of these things just doesn't belong, in my opinion (in a doctor's office).