My labiatrician asked me if I was a ‘lady’ or a ‘guy’ who was ‘confused’ that day. I said both, and he gave me a weird look.

He called me a ‘walking disaster’ during my checkup. I called him a ‘walking disaster’ too.

My labiatrician took one look at me and said, ‘You’re not coming back here again.’ I said, ‘Good.’