ER Incel

In another insulting moment in the annals of health, the young guy doing medical intake asks me, “Who told you you have a goiter?”

I answer, “My ultrasound.”

Telling a friend about it later it occurs to me, in a vain moment, that he wouldn’t have asked that if I were ugly.

“Because he wouldn’t have wasted his breath?”, she asks. 

“No”, I think about it and suddenly understand the mystery, “Because he wouldn’t have gotten off on the question”. I picture him mentally stroking himself as he dumbifies me.