A young woman frantically called her gynecologist’s office, begging for an immediate emergency appointment. Sensing the panic in her voice, the receptionist told her to come straight in.
She rushed to the clinic, bypassed the waiting room, and was ushered directly into an examination room. When the doctor arrived, she was too overcome with embarrassment to explain the situation, simply blushing furiously and pleading, “Please, Doctor, just examine me. It’s an emergency.”
The doctor nodded sympathetically and got to work. After a thorough and careful examination, he popped his head up, looking quite grave.
“I’m so sorry, Miss,” the doctor sighed, wiping his brow. “But removing that stuck vibrator is going to involve a very lengthy, delicate, and incredibly expensive surgical operation.”
The young woman slumped back on the table, defeated. “Oh gosh… I’m not sure I can afford all that,” she mumbled.
She paused for a second, looked at the doctor, and asked, “How much would it cost to just replace the batteries?”
