Devil Chiropractor

I went to a chiropractor for the first time ever today (based on the advice of a friend).  And...that guy was a major douche.  When I told Steve I had an appointment he was all, "Don't do it!  They are all ambulence-chasing quacks!"  But I went.  And proceeded to have this conversation with the ambulence-chasing quack...

Chiro: You're how tall?
Me: 5'3''
Chiro: And I would guess you weigh [EDITED] pounds?
Me: Wow...that is actually just about right.
[Chrio comes over and starts prodding around]
Chiro: Yeah - you're thick.
Me: Uhhh, what?
Chiro: Like stocky.
Me: Ooookay.
Chiro: I can tell you're in good shape and you do strength training. But, I mean, you're just thick.  [mimes strange muscle pose and uses deep scary voice] No one's gonna mess with you!
Me: [silently fuming]
Chiro: I'm going to test your reflexes now. [SLAMS rubber hammer into my leg]
Me: [leg flies into air against my will]
Chiro: Look at that!  Your reflexes are so extreme.  I can tell you are a high strung and anxious person.
Me: [seriously hating this chiropractor]

Looking back...I guess he didn't say anything that wasn't true.  But, dude - keep it to yourself!  A modicum of professionalism would have been nice.  I feel like I should have ended the visit like, "since we apparently have such a close, personal relationship and can point things out about each other...you have a gross brown front tooth."  I called Steve on my way home and told him all about it.  His response was, "I hate to say I told you so..."  Then, I am entertaining the neighbors with the details of the visit and, no joke, the husband says, "ahhh, chiropractors are all quacks!"  Apparently this is well known.

And, proving that he is super awesome, Wm burst into a Neil Young song tonight.  Just playing with Steve, Wm belts out, "old man, look at my life...I'm a lot like you!" (Thinking about it, maybe he was just telling Steve that they have a lot in common.)

Lastly, here I am modeling the glasses that Wm made for me at camp: