The Greatest Gift of All

Okay, so have you seen the latest CBS Cares commercial?

First of all, the cute actor/announcer guy (whom I don’t recognize) says something like, “looking for a gift for YOUR WOMAN this Christmas?”

Not, “the woman in your life.” Not, “your significant other.” Not even “that special woman.”

No, “YOUR WOMAN.”

Might as well just take it all the way and say “YOUR BIATCH” or something.

Anyway, he wants to know if you’ve found her a holiday gift.

No? You haven’t? Looking for ideas? Because he has one.

Schedule her a Pap smear.

Yep. That’s the super fantastic Christmas gift idea.

Sign her up for an hour or two in a waiting room crowded with coughing, sniffling, swine-flu addled patients… a paper gown that is barely long enough to cover her naughty bits… a good 15 minute wait on a paper-covered exam table… an extremely uncomfortable eternity of foot-in-the-stirrups, speculum-in-the-hoo-ha, awkward-conversation-with-the-doctor, swabbing-of-the-cervix down-home fun…

It’s the one gift Santa can’t bring her, the guy says.

Is this bizarre to anyone but me?

Let me tell you… If my husband scheduled me a Pap smear in lieu of a Christmas gift, I would… Well, I’m honestly too baffled to know what I would do. Stand there looking baffled, I guess.

Baffled. That’s a weird word.

But it’s not as weird as suggesting you get your WOMAN a Pap smear for the holidays.

8 thoughts on “The Greatest Gift of All”

  1. Omgosh, that is absolutely hysterical! I am dying over here. And could you imagine. You get a cute little box under the tree that says “Hey hunny, instead of getting you that sparkly beautiful necklace you were looking for, I got you a PAP SMEAR! Love you!”

    Wow!

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