When a woman, typically in her 20's, uses a stethoscope to check your vitals.
She usually is wearing a nursing costume and pretends to be a CNA, seeing if your breathing is regular.
Me: "I went to the doctor earlier. I saw a nurse, and then a doctor afterwards." Chet: "Did the nurse get all up in your guts?"
Me: "No, we didn't fuck this time. She used her stethoscope to actually check my health level, which was nice since last time all we did was fool around and I had zero feedback on my health."
Chet: "Glad to hear everything is going well. How's the wife?"
Me: "Yeah still trying to move through things, not really an uphill battle anymore but the weeks have their grooves. Mondays, you know what I mean?"
Chet: "Haha, I do. Seriously. Shannon gets super bent out of shape Monday morning, always before breakfast. Like clockwork, she's enumerating her rants like Santa Claus' child counter overflows yearly. You can tell she's losing it."
Me: "I wasn't going to say anything but you already did!"
Chet: "Ahhhhh!!!"
Both aside: 'look let's get somewhere all these white motherfuckers can't hear us'