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Show 195 "You know," said the man to the woman, "I've never owned a vacuum cleaner." "I had one," said the woman. "Brand new but it never worked right." Just as the man was about to put his hand on her knee, one of the girls in white called them for their examinations. "What examination?" said the woman. "It's nothing," said the man. The girl directed them to the open cubicles and told them to stand on the scales. They were ordinary bathroom scales. "I've lost weight," said the woman through the wall. "Is that good or bad?" asked the man. "I don't know," said the woman. Another girl in white appeared, carrying a pair of thermometers; and after their temperature had been taken, they were wrapped into the blood-pressure cuffs. Then there were questions. "Been in good health?" "Yes." "Taken any medications in the last . . . ?" "No." "Suffered recently from . . . ?" The questions and answers echoed back and forth between the cubicles for a minute, then the examination was over. The man and woman stepped out. They had passed. In their hands they held their reward, empty plastic blood bags and coils of clear plastic tubing. They also now had their own personalized file |
