A daughter who was concerned that her elderly mother hadn’t had an exam in several years persuaded her mother to let her make an appointment for an exam with her doctor.
She invited her to spend the night and offered to drive her to the appointment with lunch afterwards.
On the day of the exam,
they went together to the doctor’s office and while the daughter waited in the lobby the mother nervously undressed climbed up on the table, and, with the nurse’s assistance, slid her heels into the stirrups.
The doctor came in, greeted her pleasantly, then settled onto his stool.
“I am not we FANCY today!” he exclaimed as he lifted the sheet draped over the old lady’s upraised knees.
Shocked, she had no idea what the doctor meant.
When the exam was over, she hurriedly got dressed and rushed out to meet her daughter in the waiting room.
In a panic, she repeated what the doctor said.
“What in the world do you think he meant by that?” the mother asked, bewildered.
“I have no idea, Mother. What did you do to prepare for the exam?”
“Well, I showered, and I used some of that feminine deodorant spray in your bathroom,” the mother replied.
There was a slight pause as she looked at her mother in the eye.
“I don’t HAVE any feminine deodorant spray, Mother.”
“Yes, you do-that tall pink-and-gold can.”
“Mother! That’s not deodorant. That’s gold glitter hairspray!”