The Clinic

Due to the indelicate nature of the below material it is suggested that it be read after breakfast.
When I worked in Manhattan circa 1976 we staff people had a few modest perks that included a complete physical examination yearly at a clinic on the upper east side. We all looked forward to these outings as they served orange juice and coffee after taking your blood. There was one down side - the proctology examination by a stranger we had just met. A colleague reported the following experience. After a perfunctory greeting the doctor told him to get up on the table, lie on your right side and let your left arm hang down. All was quiet as the doctor peered and probed. The silence was broken as the examiner said "I see you went to Fordham." My friend replied "HOW CAN YOU TELL?" The doc said "Oh, I saw the ring on your left hand."
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