I went to my chiropractor yesterday to make sure my whiplash was nothing serious.
What he said: "Whiplash is serious. Anything that's causing you pain is worth looking into."
What he meant: "You were in a wreck that wasn't your fault? Their insurance is footing the bill? I think I hear a Ferrari calling."
I'm just joking.
He kept me waiting for an hour and a half, I think to prove he loves me. And because all the cool chiropractors are doing it these days. Then he took some x-rays.
As he flicked the film up on the light board, he commented, "These are great-looking x-rays. In terms of technique, I mean."
"My modeling career must finally be paying off," I said.
"Oh, do you model?" he asked, in what I think may actually have been all seriousness.
"That was a joke," I said.
"Well, you could model, that's why I ask."
"Ha ha! That's funny. No really, I was being sarcastic."
"I just assumed you were serious!"
"Yes, well." I tried to think of ways to change the subject.
Just when I thought the horse was completely dead: "Have you ever thought about modeling?"
"Wow, is that my spine up there? Look at the impingement between the 4th and 5th vertebrae! That's got lumbar subluxation written all over it."