Here’s the conversation that happens in my brain when I have a chiropractic appointment just after running into my chiropractor in the men’s room:

Me: Hey.

Chiro: How are ya?

Me: I just had my wiener in my hand.

Chiro: Me too.

Me: Yeah, I know.

Chiro: Yeah…

Me: I know you washed your hands…but still…you’re going to touch my back and everything with your wiener hand right now, aren’t you?

Chiro: Well I’m not going to touch everything…but yeah…wiener hand.

Me: Wiener…

Chiro: Wiener wiener.

Me: Dammit.

Chiro: Yeah.

Here’s the actual conversation:

Me: Hey.

Chiro: How are ya?

Me: Good.

Chiro: Good.