[1]I have “white coat” syndrome. Just walking into a doctor’s office sends my pulse through the roof. I’m sure some nasty disease is waiting to reveal itself during a routine visit. So it took me 3 years to make an appointment with an internist, and as it turns out, he’s pretty cute. He told me to call him Mike. On command, I opened my mouth and said, “aaaaah,” he checked my vitals and gave me a Tetanus shot. When the exam was over, I reached for my clothes and Mike said, “I knew you were healthy as soon as I saw your shoes.” (I’d worn Salomon [2] trail runners and a comfy T-shirt that day.) “Don’t get me wrong,” I answered. “I love girlie shoes. I didn’t feel like wasting them on a doctor.”
(Image: Lady in Satin, 2009, by Andrea Michaelsson [1] of Btoy.)