I was having a jovially nonsensical conversation with Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher - who has an excellent blog, by the way, and you should check it out – on my Unshitty™ Daily Prompt post from this morning when she reminded me of a story I’ve yet to tell on this here weblog (isn’t that what all the bots who comment on my site keep calling this?).
This story involves a ditzy blonde.
Is there any other kind?
Many, many years ago, in a retail store far, far away… I was at work. And it sucked. But that’s not the purpose of this story. I’m at work now and it sucks. Some things never change.
Anyhow, a coworker and I were discussing…something. I don’t remember the exact subject matter of our conversation, but the coworker expressed an opinion on something to which I replied, “I concur.”
Then, a really, really dumb blonde (again, is there any other kind?) coworker who happened to overhear our conversation interrupted us with this gem: ”Concur? Isn’t that something a doctor does?”
“Yes,” I quipped, “only a doctor can concur. Didn’t you know I run a lucrative medical practice during the day and only moonlight as a destitute retail worker?”
Here’s your sign.
From that moment on those in the know (you are now a part of this fortuitous group) always ensure that the statement, “I concur,” is followed endearingly with, “just like a doctor.” In fact, if you are in the know, it is mandatory that you retort in this fashion.
A flawless execution of the “I concur” mandate.
So you have you mission, oh faithful readers of stuph. When somebody concurs, it is your mandate to ensure they do it just like a doctor. Go forth, and spread the word.
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I love this on many, many levels…
LMAO. I never tire of telling this story.
I have many stories that are retold and retold…
Yay! I love redundancy! And repetitiveness!
That’s because you have twins.
Truth. I’ve had 13 years of reduncacy. And repetitiveness. You’d think I’d be burnt out by now.
Ne-Ah
NEVER
Evidently not.
http://themercenaryresearcher.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/can-you-repeat-that-150-times/
This sort of talks about my addiction to repetitiveness…
Nice mandate, but as a natural blonde I am glaring at you.
Natural? I thought you were a red-head? I’m disappointed.
Yep. That’s the general reaction.
So, does this mean that blondes DON’T have more fun?
I can confirm that they do not.
Myth busted. Thank you, Becca. Your insight has proved most valuable. To whom I’m not sure, but valuable nonetheless.
I concur!
I’m also naturally blond, and yes currently red-headed. And no, blonds don’t have more fun.
Did you concur like a doctor? I would have never guessed from your picture that red wasn’t your natural color.
That was pretty stupid. I concur. Vocabulary is not the strong suit of many, many people.
Did you concur like a doctor? If not, then you’re doing it wrong.
Can I concur like a librarian? I bet the Mercenary Librarian would concur.
Librarian’s don’t concur. Only doctors do.
I knew I should have gotten that medical degree. Although selling soup would be more likely.
The best part about selling soup is being able to deny that sale to people who piss you off.
TwinDaddy, I do believe that you have concurred with me from time to time. As a dirty blonde (get your mind out of the gutter, you know what the term means and if you don’t all I have to say is “I concur”) I resent the implication that we are all dumb.
And so I am pretty sure a group glare is facing you right now.
Oh, Elyse. I knew you were a dirty blog-whore, but I had no idea I was consorting with a dirty blonde blog-whore. Does this mean that I’m dirty, too?
Besides, everyone knows it’s the fake blondes that are dumb.
No, actually it is the clueless husbands who don’t realize that their wives have been covering up gray for decades who are dumb, TwinDaddy.
Well I can’t comment on that. My wife has beautiful red hair and the only time she dyes it is when she wants highlights, but it never takes and she still has beautiful red hair.
Just wait. There’s time!
Time for what?
Graying together.
I’ve been going gray for years. Poor genes (at least in that regard) and kids have been detrimental to the cause of staying not gray.
That’s a mandate I can get on board with.
Woohoo!
Damn! That was funny. In my old role, I’d send weekly reports for approval and the guy would respond I concur instead of approved. Every single week. It would have taken every ounce of restraint not to email respond “like a doctor” after reading this. I’d find a way to work it into a convo though.
Do it!
This is brilliant! I concur, like a doctor.
Excellent, MFE. That is precisely how it is done.
The Triple Face Palm is hilarious! I would of course concur (like a doctor) that it sums the whole scene up very nicely.
Good form. Good form, indeed. I, of course, concur with your concurrence. Just like a doctor.
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OH! So THAT’S why you do it. It all makes perfect sense now! Glad you filled us in.
We are in concurrence. Like fucking doctors.
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So, do old people like me who’ve gone (nearly) white rather than blonde get to concur like a doctor or do we have to concur like a dentist or, worse, a hairdresser?
No, no. Everyone should concur like a doctor, as the mandate implies.
Ah. (Did I just say ‘ah’?)
I think you may have even typed it, too.
It’s the tongue depressor. From the concurred doctor.
Ah (see what I did there?). You need no medicinal tools to concur like a doctor. After all, you are merely concurring like one. Not actually pretending to be one.
Not actually pretending to be a concur or a doctor? I’d quite like to be a concur. They have five legs.
No, no. You concur LIKE a doctor. Meaning, you don’t have to be one (a doctor). You merely concur like one.
Ah. All is clear now. Like a giraffe.
Good, I’m glad we’re confused together.
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