Things have been busy lately... new rotation, on-call this past weekend. Since I have had no life in the city to blog about, I figured I'd share this anecdote passed on by an older friend of my family.
Being a cultured individual, he attended a recent Sunday matinee at the symphony. If you've ever been to the symphony, especially on a weekend afternoon, you may have noticed that the average age of the patrons is definitely somewhere in the realm of breing, shall we say, well into the Medicare demographic. At the intermission he walked over to use the restroom. There was a crowd waiting by the door. Suddenly, as he got closer, he realized it was a line for the men's room. Yes, you read that right. There was a line for the men's room and not the women's room. He got in the line and waited. And waited. Somewhat amused and a bit indignant he turned to the guy in front of him, "why is there a line? This is unusual." The guy answered "look around at who's here. We're the prostate crowd."