Change?
Change?
A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she visited her gynecologist.
“ Come now,” coaxed the doctor, “you’ve been seeing me for years! There’s nothing you can’t tell me."
“ This one’s kind of strange . . .”
“ Let me be the judge of that,” the doctor replied.
“ Well,” she said, “yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet, and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies.”
“ I see.”
“ That afternoon, I went again and there were nickels in the bowl.”
“ Uh-huh.”
“ That night,” she went on, “there were dimes, and this morning there were quarters! You’ve got to tell me what’s wrong with me,” she implored, “I’m scared out of my wits!”
The gynecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“ There, there, it’s nothing to be scared about. You’re simply going through the change.”
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