HUMOR
I Have This New PTS App on my Phone
Or so I told my wife
My wife wanted me to take her to Urgent Care today. Being a typically nosy and controlling husband, I demanded to know why she would disturb my day with such an outrageous request.
No, seriously. I wanted to know why because I was concerned.
Her reason was a small growth on her lower back. She thinks it is growing. I looked at it a few months ago; it looks like a little white pimple. When I looked at it today, it did look a little bit larger. She says it isn’t painful or itchy, but I understand her worry.
However, there is no point in going to Urgent Care. They will just say “I think it’s okay, but you should see a specialist.” So why not go to the specialist?
Because she didn’t think she could get an appointment. Yet she had not tried. When I insisted, she called, explained her concern, and got an appointment for tomorrow morning at a different office than she usually goes to. A bit farther to drive, but better than wasting time at Urgent Care.
The App
That gave me an opportunity.
“Oh, great, I’ve been wanting to try out this new app. You just give it a street address and it takes you there.”
Of course she was still thinking about her appointment. She barely heard me, never mind thought about it.
“What’s it called?”
Oh, yes, fish on the hook.
“PTS, something like that. I don’t remember. It will take us right there.”
The fog lifted. Her eyes narrowed.
“The GPS? You jerk!”
Guilty as charged.
