So I had anappointment to get my pre-mature ejaculation problem looked at. I walked in and the receptionist says…
You’re early!
Come again?
Assuming this really happened, you gotta know she (?) uses that line on lots of patients. Maybe all of them. And probably keeps score of how many get it and react vs. how many are whooshed.
Again assuming this is real … I like the contrast between the OP’s avatar and his problem. Almost as good as the Marlboro Man dying of cancer. Totally macho … until it counts.
Ring! Ring!
Urology department–can you hold?
I had a little novelty thing where you pushed a button and it produced a rimshot. Don’t know what happened to that thing. I still have one that looks like a little TV with a picture of the Beverly Hillbillies on it and when you push the button it plays the show’s theme song. The need for that just doesn’t come up as often as the rimshot though.
A smartphone plus YouTube = every sound effect known to humanity. Including a bewildering variety of rim shots.
Make an autoplay link then save as a tappable icon on your phone and you can have whole pages of sound effects ready to go at the touch of a (virtual) button.
That’s very premature if you’re only hitting the rim!
One time when I was teaching band class I made the classic blunder of referring to a rim shot as a rim job. Whoops!
Haha, I guess, but … is it just me, or isn’t this just a little bit fucked up? First of all, would the receptionist know that you’re coming in for premature ejaculation and, second of all, if the receptionist did and used that line regularly – what the fuck? I really don’t want to assume most are that unprofessional. I mean, that’s grounds for firing.
At an Adult store, I asked the shopkeep “How’s business?”
Reply: “It comes in spurts.”
Guess it would, huh…
Like many men my age I visit the uro once a year to get my slowly-growing prostate measured.
In the crowded waiting room there are two populations of guys. The folks 60+ who are there for prostate, ED, or both. And the 20-30-somethings who’re almost certainly not there for those complaints. By process of elimination 
…
Even Watson could figure this one out; no need for Sherlock.
What is odd is the very occasional woman. They seem very uncomfortable sitting in that company.
To be sure, women get UTIs at a much greater rate than men. So I wonder whether it’s just my uro’s patient population that leans very heavily male. Or maybe UTIs just aren’t a complaint best addressed by a urologist.
It’s curious in any case.
Sometimes it’s up, sometimes it’s down.
Women are probably far more likely to talk to their gynecologist about UTIs. Every ob/gyn I’ve been to tests for it as a matter of course.
I’ve been stopping by the library every few days to check to see if they’ve gotten in that new self-help book, Living With A Tiny Penis. I just ask, “is it in yet?”
Well there you go. Ignorance fought. Thank you. Despite 30+ years married the topic of UTIs just never came up at home; she just doesn’t get them. Gosh knows we’ve dealt with or discussed every other problem bodies can have. Just a large bag of ooze & goo. With some clumpy bits.
There’s a rim shot app that also has a sad trombone.
And I have a handful of those little TV that were swag at a party I did. I sent my sister a Brady Bunch one and I think I have Twilight Zone, Leave It To Beaver and I Love Lucy.
I still have a Twilight Zone. My wife had one of the other ones, not sure what it was. This thread has knocked loose a stuck cog, I have an inkling where that Beverly Hillbillies TV might be.
Humor in doctor’s appointment: In local healthcare center I was waiting my turn when two guys came by with a movable coat rack full of empty wirehangers. “Going to the abort clinic?” I asked and all but one old nurse stated to laugh. The old nurse gave me a look that could kill.