There’s a guy sitting near me just behind the row of file cabinets. He’s the guy who sells our individual health insurance plan. I listen to him talk to brokers all day long about the details of different plans.
He likes to stand up when he’s on his cell phone (maybe it’s better reception) so when he does that I can really hear him since he’s taller than the cubicle walls. He’s got some interesting verbal quirks. But today…
Today, he’s explaining to the broker about how the different annual exams need to be coded and how benefits get paid. Each time he mentions the benefit for the annual well woman exam he mentions the lab work associated with the pap smear.
Except that he keeps saying pap schmear.
It’s at once repulsive and hysterical. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or just go eeeewwww. I may never be able to get a bagel with a schmear at Einstein’s again.
