Pervert Chiropractor

I’ve got a chronic problem in the base of my neck that occasionally causes pain to radiate down my left shoulder blade. I always figured it came from cradling the phone while I worked on the computer. Now I’m getting pain in my right shoulder and pins and needles down that arm. I’m thinking it might be from the same neck problem. So today I was in a bookstore reading a magazine and this guy in a suit sitting next to me strikes up a conversation. He tells me he’s a chiropractor and then asks me if I’d like to “go out for coffee sometime.” Wow! Asked out on a date! I wasn’t interested, but I did tell him all about the problem with my neck. He didn’t give a shit.

Later I looked in the mirror and noticed this inflamed gash across my cheek from last night… my son threw a CD case at my husband and missed, but I got caught in the cross-fire. I’m guessing this is what really turned on the chiropractor. I start a new job next week and if the scrape is still there, I’m going to say that I got it playing soccer.

Or… you could wear nothing but leather to the job, and *really * give them something to talk about. :smiley:

He’s a pervert because he asked you out or because he didn’t want to listen to your medical problems after you turned him down?

Seems like a creepy move to me.

Your anecdote immediately reminded me of that Mother Goose & Grimm, “Chiropractor Pick-Up Lines”, where a guy in a white coat leers: “Hey, what’s a joint like this doing in a girl like you?”

I’ll go now.

Good one, Emerald.
I thought this guy’s gotta be a pervert to ask out some woman with a big ol’ gash across her face. But really, that was just a “joke.” I wasn’t interested in a date at all with this guy, which is why I took the opportunity to bore him with my medical problems, which is probably a snarky thing to do, but it’s not like I get asked out so much that I have practice for such situations.
There, have I humiliated myself enough for you young, popular social butterflies out there? But the leather outfit, now there’s an idea.

“Hi, I’m a chiropractor. Wanna help me straighten my joint?”

A few years ago, I was in my chiro’s office, waiting my turn in an adjustment room. I heard the chiro chatting with his assistants. Suddenly…

ASSISTANT: Getcher hands off me!
CHIRO: I was adjusting you.
ASSISTANT: Yeah, right.

It seemed pretty creepy to me. I didn’t go back to that chiro.

Was your wedding ring on?

I’d ask out someone with a scrape on their face if she’s cute/smart/ and/or funny, and it would have nothing to do with the scrape or being perverse. Maybe he just thought you were cool.

Yes, I had on my wedding ring and another ring (by the same Indian silversmith) on the finger next to it. Maybe that was confusing? Or maybe it just made me look even cooler!

And you’re right, I am cool.

If your son is throwing CD cases at his father…

You have worse problems than a horny chiropracter.

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Snap. Yes, I’ll suppor that.

Ooooh, thats a good username.
**horny_chiropractor **
:smiley:

:eek:

I was worried that you might have been in some sort of nudist bookstore by mistake :smiley:

I would for the record like to say that most likely you need a physiotherapist and not a chiropractor.
The tingling sensation is usually caused by lack of bloodflow.
This is mostly caused by working with the wrong posture.
I would seriously suggest paying a visit to a physiotherapist before going the chiropractor-way.

I’ll second that.