The Market

i'm sitting in clinic minding my own business when Dr S the mad scientist of pluto nephrologist swings his chair (nonchalantly), fidgets, adjusts his glasses so his eyes look like even bigger saucers

"so st louis huh?"

-yes Dr S, soon

"found a place?"

-ummm, close to Barnes..

now the saucers swivel and fixate:

"my wife made me promise we'll never go back"

-oh? i'm excited, bigger city

fixates fixates, quirks neck so glasses fall further down onto the nose, and speaks up to the clinic and pluto:

"he he he. i'm not sure you're on the market, but st louis is full of single eligible wholesome men.."

wink wink

BLINK BLINK!