When I get to heaven...

I'm going to ask God who invented those paper gowns they make you wear at the doctor, and why. Because I'm pretty sure they were invented solely for the purpose of entertaining physicians. Think about it. They walk into cold, small rooms with ugly wallpaper all day. Inside of that room is sitting an individual who asks them questions about the mole on their left arm, the tingly feeling in their toe, and why they can't seem to get all the wax out of their ears. They look at your ears, eyes, throat, and other unmentionables. All day. Every day. And, they get to look at you wear that paper gown. That paper gown that somehow still bears the marks of 1993. Just in more subdued colors. I mean really.