I wasn't going to post about this...because I figured I would just "get over it". Yet, it's been a week and I can't drive down Reno without shuddering.
To make a disturbing story short, I went to the doctor last Friday. The Cop Magnet had the distinct pleasure of going with me because the Z couldn't handle the roads. It should be made known that our doctor is pretty young - maybe a couple of years older than I am. So as we are getting ready to leave, our doc is talking to some other guy that is standing in the hall. The Cop Magnet says to me, "I should take my uncle to see the short sisters." I respond with the what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about look.
Without missing a beat the doctor says, "The short sisters? Are they back in town? I need to catch that before they leave!" He's all excited. You'd have thought we waved a pork chop in front of a dog or something.
Stupid me, "Who are the short sisters?"
TCM: Midget strippers that are at Night Trips this week.
Now, it's disturbing enough that my own husband knows who they are. But he used to be quite the little...well anyway...it isn't that surprising.
I was and still am greatly disturbed that my doctor not only knew who they are, but admitted to it...and wants to go see them.
I've had to drive The Cop Magnet to work almost all week because of the weather (yes I know I already said that but it bares repeating). I've passed the place every day this week (except today because he could finally get his car out of the drive way). I think I'm scarred for life.
Gosh, I've heard of Rosie Palm and her Five Sisters.
Honestly, when I first read "Taking my Uncle to see the Short Sisters" I thought you may had been at a fertility clinic and Dude had to go give up a sperm specimen.
Yes disturbing, but it certainly raises one's curiosity.