I want to issue tasers to everyone that shows up for my funeral and the last person standing gets everything I had.
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Ouch! I just went to my annual dermatologist visit. Too many years of living in Hawaii as a kid in the days before sunscreen. As usual he blasted a few spots on my face. In the past he used a super long Q-tip he soaked in liquid nitrogen. It would sizzle and did not hurt much until I got to the car. Today he used a new fangled squirt gun. It looked a lot like the tank I use for flushing A/C lines. I just unscrew the lid, pour in the cleaner and then hook up compressed air.
His looked fancier in that it was already pressurized so all he did was blast the spots with a spray of mostly air but some liquid nitrogen. That hurt! Ouch. And of course I have the big red patches on my face now. Oh well.
I often marvel at his operation. He has a staff of at least 8 women. They are all hustling around and working. I got there and checked in, paid my co-pay and waited a few minutes. 60 seconds after my scheduled appointment they call me back. They ask the same questions as last year, and tell me to take off my shirt and shoes and socks. He comes in a minute later, shakes hands, looks at my face and the rest of me, goes to get the pain gun and comes back in and hoses me down. Shakes hands and I am done in 5 minutes, see the ladies up front to make an appointment next year. He keeps the line of patients moving through. He must make a fortune. I am not complaining, just marveling at his great operation.