The family scene
Roles:
Doctor Drug, yesterday's student, loves pretty nurses and considers self smart and fun.
Pregnant Mrs. N, hates doctors and males immaturity.
Happy Mr. N is afraid of difficulties and responsibilities.
Play:
Dr Drug: Good day, beauty! How are you doing?
Mrs. N: Thanks, fine…I would want…
Dr Drug: Take off your clothes, please, we will see…
Mrs. N: What?? No, I just wanted…
Dr Drug: Who is that guy near my cabinet by the way?
Mrs. N: It’s my husband, and what?
Dr Drug: Ha-ha. He doesn’t suit you, I’m better!
Mrs. N: What?!?!?
Dr Drug: Come on, nervous baby, I’m kidding. Soon you will look like hippopotamus and nobody will flirt with you. Ha-ha-ha. So what did you want?
Mrs. N: I wanted to make an ultrasonic diagnostics!! To make sure everything is fine with my baby!!
Dr Drug: Muahaha, what a complicated words we know. Ok, lay there…
10 minutes of unpleasant manipulations and confusing doctor’s jokes and Mrs. N got know everything is good, baby is strong, healthy and well developed. She goes out and meets Mr. N is out of impatience.
Mr. N: So how do you feel? Is there anything? – 3 months passed, but he still hopes test was mistaken and there is nothing.
Mrs. N annoyed by doctor, by her man, by all men in the world decided to make a little fun: Honey, I am so happy and want to congratulate you!
Mr. N, pale white with trembling hands: Congratulate me? W-why?
Mrs. N: We wait triples!!! And they all females!
Mr. N, breathing hard and holding hand on the heart: Ohhhhh…
Mrs. N: Just imagine, dear, three cutie little girls!! First words they will say will be: “Daddy, we have nothing to wear, buy us new dresses!“. And you will be forced to buy 3 dresses, 3 pair of shoes, 3 bags, 3…
Mr. N, losing consciousness: Ohhh nooooooo…..kill me better…..
Mrs. N: No, not now. Who will play, wash and feed them, if not you, while I will be at work or in the dance school?
Mr. N falls down with heart attack. Mrs. N humming last radio hit leaves a hospital. Doctor Drug comes out with huge syringe to save dying Mr. N.
Drop-curtain.
posted by Lamis @ 4/25/2007 11:35:00 am
5 Comments:
How R U? An interesting on-line play:)
I hate visiting male gynecologists too... And doctors on the whole.
So did he really have heart attack?
Infinite,
Sanks, perfect, and you?
Dr. Drug is not gynecologists, he just makes ultrasonic scanning, routine and stupid work – measuring objects on monitor.
He was close to it, but I’ve saved him by artificial respiration, behind drop-curtains :)
Shlemazl,
Yeah, he shocked me. Especially the fact it was nice private clinic. I’m going to give publicity their service in the net.
Overhere a pillock like this wouldn't last a week whether it's a private clinic or not.
I hope someone has his sorry ass for sexual harrasment.
In my view it's not really fair to give the whole clinic "bad publicity". It would have been had you complained to the clinic and they ignored your complaint.
It is particular qualities of national services… I even not angry anymore and feel too lazy for revenge...
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