Obviously A Doctor

Last night I dropped by Pricey Health Food Store for some pricey chili ingredients. I avoided the check-out line with the Blessing Clerk, as I didn’t feel the need for extra blessings at the moment. Instead I wound up in the line of the Blessing Clerk’s alter-ego, a perky young woman who hums and dances in place while she rings up orders.

Part way through scanning my items, she smiled and said “Are you a doctor?” Surprised, I said, “Um—yes, I am—how did you know that? Because of all the healthy food I’m buying?”

“No”, she said, “I just couldn’t read the scribbles you wrote on the bulk-item tags, so I figured maybe you were. Is this a ‘4’ or a ‘9’ “?

I assured her that the nurses always tell me my handwriting is excellent (for a doctor), but she didn’t seem to buy it.