How’s Wendy Williams doin’? She says she’s booked, busy and a soon-to-be doctor.
You can tell by the way the two are dressed: Wendy, the ex-Miss America, in a high-waisted, long-sleeved, black pantsuit and $1,500 dress-code heels, and Nicole, in a slim-fitting, low-heeled, blue dress, which we’re told costs $2,000.
And when does Nicole dress, anyway?
“Anywhere but here,” says the doctor, sounding a tad tired and bored.
I say, “But why, doctor?”
He says, “There’s so much to do, you know. So much to see, you know. No time for shopping.”
But why the hurry?
“I know it sounds a little strange when you say it,” the doctor says, “but it’s the truth. I have three people waiting for me.”
He turns away from me.
I say, “You have a man and a woman?”
“No, they’re friends,” he says.
He turns back to me.
“I can’t tell you why, or why not.”
I say, “Could you tell me at least one reason?”
He looks at the two of them, then turns to me again.
“I’ve been hearing how you’ve been enjoying your doctor’s appointment recently,” he says.
I say, “What did they tell you, doctor?”
“They told me how smart you’ve been,” he says.
“What did they say about me?” asks Nicole.
I say, “You’ve told me that you go to the zoo and that you have a pet.”
Nicole laughs, and Wendy says, “We all have pets, don’t we?”
The doctor says