A doctor from the inner city

A doctor from the inner city was conversing with an old friend from med school at a cafe when he said, “Man, can I tell you something?”

His friend nods. “Sure.”
“Okay, so the other day I had this one really hot, foreign patient, and I haven’t been

able to stop thinking about her since‚Ķ”
He goes on to tell his friend everything about her, from her long blond hair and ability

to speak fluent French, to her shimmering blue eyes and soft skin.
His friend seemed more disgusted with each passing moment.

“Dude, that is not cool.”
The doctor, indignant, defended himself.

“What’s wrong with that? Lots of doctors are attracted to their patients.”

His friend simply shook his head and replied, “Maybe, but I guarantee you none of those doctors were pediatricians‚Ķ”