A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she visited her gynaecologist.
‘Come now,’ coaxed the doctor, ‘you’ve been seeing me for years.
There’s nothing you can’t tell me.’
‘This one’s kind of strange….’
‘Let me be the judge of that,’ The doctor replied.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down, the water was full of five cent pieces.’
‘I see.’
‘That afternoon I went to the bathroom again and, plink-plink-plink, there were ten cent pieces in the bowl.’
‘That night,’ she went on, ‘I went again.
Plink-plink-plink, and there were twenty cent pieces and this morning there were fifty cent pieces!’
‘You’ve got to tell me what’s wrong with me!’ she implored’. ‘I’m scared out of my wits!’
The gynaecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
‘There, there, it’s nothing to be scared about.’
‘You’re simply going through the change’!
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