Not mine, the receptionist's (aka Paris Hilton). She is all stressed out because she thinks it is falling out. Our very perceptive and sensitive co-worker, lets call him The Virgin, asked her what was troubling her. She tried to be kind and tell him it might make him uncomfortable. He was very confident that he could handle whatever she was dishing out. I told him he better have a seat and take his coat off, it was about to get a little warm in here.
Paris tells the Virgin "I think my IUD is falling out."
"What's that?" the oh-so-naive Virgin asks.
Paris proceeds to tell him all about it while the Virgin starts turning red and keeps pulling at his collar like it is choking him. I'll give him credit, he gathered his composure very well and asked some very intelligent questions on the subject:
How long is it supposed to last?
How do you know it is still there?
How does the doctor rectify the situation?
Does our health insurance cover this?
The Virgin stumbles away, off to do some research on the subject, promising himself and Paris that he will become a more informed Virgin so he can offer up some sound advice on the subject in future times of turmoil.
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