HNT V

For this HNT I opted to post a more humorous, uncomfortable or disturbing depiction (you decide). This definitely captures a moment that one is found to be most vulnerable. It is a moment that most women, and I say most b/c I'm sure there's some person out there that enjoys this in some weird way, dread. Fluorescent lighting, paper robes, crinkling, sweating, waiting, ohh the waiting, and the probing. There's props, there's implied nekkidness, there's bearing of one's true inner self (heh), there's obvious dedication to the livelihood of HNTs. Overall, I think it's a great HNT specimen. Enjoy it or hate it.

P.S. For all those ready to jump in with the nasty jokes, this was for a routine, annual exam. STD & baby free baby. So zip it!

UPDATE: I called Gassholes, got a service rep, Ursala, who I explained the whole story to (surprisingly she didn't even interrupt once.) Ursala listened patiently then when I was done she asked if she could put me on hold, I thought "great, she's gonna put someone else on the phone and I'll have to repeat the whole damn story again." But lucky for me, she came back and said my account was adjusted to a zero balance. I'm supposed to get another statement reflecting this. Although I was satisfied, I won't belive it until I see said statement. We shall see.

Also, if I write another thank you note I swear my hand is going to curl up into a permanent claw.

Plus my older brother's b-day is this weekend. If he doesn't tell me what he wants then he's either getting something from the gas station or shoelaces, so he better tell me.