A poem is forming.

I went to a doctor’s office today for a quick physical for insurance. Basically they wanted to make sure I was alive. If I could walk into the doctor’s office I passed the test. I had to walk in twice as the first time I was told that my filling out the form was wrong, it was the doctor’s job to check yes or no boxes, not mine. So I had to go get another form without my having done the doctor’s job. Of course the fact that the doctor checked the same damn boxes that I had didn’t make any difference. But, it was the doctor’s X and not mine and his X was more correct and thorough than mine. I wasn’t trained to put an X in any boxes.

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