Girl friends are great

Preface: Lori has never hung out with Johnson (name changed to protect the innocent: namely, me.) She barely knows who he is. Conversation over dinner.

"Lori, I have a huge crush on Johnson."
"He likes you."
"He brought me a little violet, in a pot."
"I think he likes you."
"How do you know he's not just a really nice guy?"
"He definitely likes you."
"He could just be a really nice guy doing something for a friend."
"No, he likes you."
"Lori, you have no data to back up that claim."
"He definitely likes you."
"Why do you keep saying that? You have no idea!"
"You're a really attractive girl. Why wouldn't he? Really. I'm sure likes you."

My doctor has a way with words

I had to get an MRI done a bit ago. My doctor was concerned I had "neurological problems" (she kept saying that, "neurological problems") causing my headaches/ eye aches/ all too frequent sickness.

"What kind of neurological problems are you talking about?"
"Well, for instance if you had MS [multiple sclerosis] it would show up on the MRI a certain way."
"What? I might have MS??"
"We're just being complete."

Right. I thankfully do not have any neurological problems. I do have some something-cysts in the something-passage that is somewhere behind my eyes/forehead. Now she is sending me to an ear nose and throat doctor.

"It'll just cost you a co-pay, unless they decide to do a procedure."
"A procedure?"
"Well, they might go in and look at the cysts."
"How do they do that?"
"They go in through your nose to look at them and see if you need surgery."
"Surgery??"
"We're just being thorough, don't be concerned."