Earlier this week, I went to a medical spa for a tattoo removal consultation. I checked in with the receptionist and was handed a form to fill out before meeting with the doctor. I filled it out diligently, providing my name and address, medical history, drugs I'm taking (sadly: none. Thanks a LOT Kaiser. Thanks a lot...), and other information that seemed pertinent to the procedure.
At least it seemed pertinent until, towards the bottom of the form, I noticed several food related questions, including, "How much money do you spend each week on food and drinks?" My first thought was, "Well there's a number I avoid acknoweldging," followed shortly by, "Why the fuck are they asking me this?"Which is when I noticed that the receptionist, who, in case you were wondering, never asked me why I was there, was having me fill out a form titled, "Weight Loss Questionnaire."
I've been crying into my Häagen-Dazs all week about that.
But then I saw this:
