Your Social Ass
April 12th, 2009
“What’s your social?” the clerk at the hospital asks me, as I’m registering for a blood test. You jerk! It’s my social security number, dummy, not my “social”. If you want a social, go to the church basement where the ice-cream social is being held. And why do I have to register for a blood test, anyway? This place is giving me the creeps.
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