Mr.4444's grandma, Grace, who passed away several years ago, had some "colon issues." Let's just say he affectionately refers to her as the "Queen of Pollups." So, a couple of years ago, his doctor recommended that he undergo a colonoscopy.
He got his paperwork, which listed Monday, the 15th, as the "big day." On Sunday night, he started the preparation, which, as many people know, involves "cleaning out" one's "system" by not eating a thing, but drinking a special solution and about a gallon of water. He diligently followed the instructions and basically spent the night in the bathroom with explosive diarrhea. One box of wipes and a long night later, Mr.4444 hurried off to his appointment; apprehensive, but grateful that it would soon be over.
After 15 minutes in the waiting room, he was summoned by the receptionist, who
sheepishly said, "Mr.4444, I'm afraid your appointment is not until Friday.
The bastards made him go home and do it all again on Thursday.