Just as a brief followup to my post about being carded twice in a bar despite being a member of the over 40 crowd, I can’t help but make a brief comment on something else that happened while we were sitting back enjoying some beer.
We were inside, but there was an outdoor sidewalk cafe area with tables as well. As I was sitting there sipping my brew, I noticed a guy in surgical scrubs showing up in the outdoor area. Not surprisingly, he appeared to be trying to chat up a couple of young women who were also out there.
I had to restrain myself from bursting out in laughter.
OK, I suppose it’s possible that he had just gotten out of the hospital (there was one just down the road a few blocks) and didn’t have the time or the inclination to change into some street clothes before heading to the bar. Possible, but not likely. Let’s face it, in practice, the only reason that a doctor goes to a bar dressed in surgical scrubs is to proclaim loudly to the assembled females there: “Hey, I’m a doctor. I make a lot of money.” (Or soon will when I finish training.) There’s such a thing as being too obvious, and this is about as obvious as it gets. Indeed, when I was in medical school, we used to joke about a couple of our classmates who did the same thing.
So, fellow male doctors or doctors-to-be, be you residents or medical students, just let it be known that, if you do show up in scrubs to a bar or a party where members of the opposite sex are in abundance, pretty much any health care professionals, including doctors and nurses, are probably secretly (or not-so-secretly) laughing their asses off at your pathetic obviousness. I know I was at this guy. Chances are, any women with half a brain are laughing their asses off, too.
On the other hand, I’m guessing that this technique, if it works at all, only works on women with less than half a brain.
